My folks came to Sydney for just a day and night this weekend. A last minute trip to ring in my uncle's 50th with him, but enough time for a special lunch with their middle girl before-hand. I'd been wanting to take them somewhere nice for a while, to say thanks for being so all-round, spoil-me-rotten, loving and generous. I'd also been wanting to try North Bondi Fish for months. And since seafood is my dad and my favourite, and the day was a stormy, grey mess, there was really no better place for it. We'd booked for two PM and got the last of the late afternoon rain, some glinty sun on the rough waves and a few glasses of wine at a table near the window. It was stunning. I'd wanted somewhere special and well-done, but not too fussy or fancy, preferably with a view of the water. And Fish was just that and then some. The service was professional but relaxed (my favourite kind), the wine list easy and delicious, and the food - ALL OF IT - so very good. My dad and I started with oysters, a salty mouthful of the ocean, and then we all shared some smoky seared scallops. For mains we had barramundi, chilli and garlic clams and the kingiest king prawns I've seen in a while. We shared broccolini and a big pile of hot chips and my mum and I complained how full and happy we were for the entire 20 minute drive home.
I'd love to see them more often, but there is something nice about an excuse for a lunch like that.