Quay

Some would describe me as a chocoholic, and yes I would have to admit it is true. Quay's 8 layer chocolate cake, with it's innovative serving style and amazing textures, prepared by talented and dedicated chefs and served by professional, friendly floor staff, have won me over. However the pear creme caramel with it's layer of sauterne jelly is not easily pushed aside. The deserts were a perfect end to a varied and delicious dining experience and after the setting sun sank over the Opera House and Harbour Bridge, the stars began to shine brightly, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. 

Perhaps being on the receiving end of a sibling's generous credit card had something to do with it, but I couldn't help but feel everyone else around me also felt lucky to be at Quay. It's not a meal so much as an experience. There is a sense of theatre, anticipation and salivation as the prospect of what is to unfold is contemplated. Looking out at ferries poking up and down the sparkling harbour, or people like ants scaling the big coat hanger in front of you slows the passage of time. Just as well. I had the best wild mushroom experience of my life here, served unusually as a warm jelly. My apprehension gave way to bliss very quickly. Was I hallucinating? There are some things in life you will do only once, and sitting front and centre on the harbour in front of the bridge eating the best food imaginable I was aware of it, what a lucky guy.