Having got back from the walk and freshened up with a sauna, I asked her if she wanted to do something for dinner. Lets go to Salamanca and see what the big sing is all about? So we did, meeting up with Angie along the way.
Well, it was a hoot. the bonfire was great, and there was some great singing. The orchestration of the crowd to provide massed voices was pretty spectacular, and all credit goes to the organisers for doing a fantastic job of something that one would assume would be pretty complicated - not to mention scary for those of us who are not used to singing.
Anyway, we went on to dinner to follow up the good times with a good meal. The Henry Jones. Haven't been there for a while, not since Iain Todd and Elysia Mannix did such a great job there, lets see what its like.
Unfortunately, can't tell you in detail what we ate because their menu is not on the Internet - which is curious. The menu is divided into two, one side classical standards and the other designed to show off fresh local produce and the chef's passion. I went for passion - fetta on beetroot and duck. She had a bit of classical and a bit of passion - salmon, and then pork.
The food was good - seriously good - well presented and equisite flavours. Unfortunately, the service did not match. Most glaring of all was the lack of space between courses - not even enough time to finish the glass of champagne that accompanied the entree. And then we were half way through the main before having to remind the table attendant that we had pre-ordered a glass of wine to accompany our plate. For a restaurant of this standard, that's not good enough.
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