seared yellow fin tuna, pork belly, pink grapefruit, black pepper caramel
I’ve had a preeeetty quite silly season this year. Working nights really cramps the party style and aside from a couple of Christmas lunches, I’ve missed most of the fancy-dressing alcohol-swilling gigs that have been happening across town the past month. But luckily, I am always free on weekends. Last Saturday, Panu’s dad treated us to lunch at Flying Fish, sort of as an early Christmas thing because we’re off on our trip this Friday (THREE SLEEPS TO GO!).
Well, I tell you what. I would happily sacrifice all the drinks in the world for another meal at Flying Fish*.
* Sure, fine, it helps that I am not a big drinker and well, I do love my food. Just a bit.
I’d heard lots of great things about Flying Fish and even meandered past on many an occasion (after brunch at the delectable Cafe Morso, which is just down the same pier) and peered at its innards, wondering when I’d get to eat there. The menu at Flying Fish isn’t huge, but the selection is top notch with unique flavour combinations and a few signature dishes.
One such signature dish, which has been on the menu for years, is the seared yellow fin tuna with pork belly, pink grapefruit and black pepper caramel (top). It completely deserves its accolade as the signature dish of the restaurant, the tuna lightly seared, sweet and fresh; the pork belly and pink grapefruit matched in sweet and tangy harmony; the tiny strip of the most crackly crackling and the black pepper caramel… oooof. Just perfect.
roasted buffalo mozzarella, pecorino, broad beans, asparagus, mushroom toast
line caught snapper, white curry sauce, coconut, date & tamarind, condiments
Dutton Park duck, beetroot, nectarine, ashed leek, szechuan
Flying Fish hand cut chips with chilli salt
Oh these chips. I just wanted to lick the chilli salt off, and the chips themselves were pretty good too
passionfruit soufflé with soft whipped cream and passionfruit ripple ice cream
I had a hankering for soufflé on the weekend and I’m sooooo glad I tried this. I’ve only ever had soufflé in two other places which I loved: Bob Bob Ricard in London, and Felix here in Sydney. But this now adds a third mind-blowingly awesome soufflé to my list and I would SO eat this again. And again. And a few more times after that. Big. Thick. Velvety. Cloud. Fluff.
For someone who doesn’t want (or need) any “thing”, a great meal like this is the perfect Christmas present for me. I’m not sure if I’ll get a chance to blog again this week before we leave on Friday, so I’ll see you on the other side. I’ll try and blog a little from the road, but stay in touch on Twitter or Instagram!
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Jones Bay Wharf
19-21 Pirrama Road
Pyrmont, NSW, 2009
(02) 9518 6677