How are you on this fine Hobart day?
April is Tasmania’s Indian Summer. The
skies are clear blue, the mountain reigns supreme, it’s hard not to feel good
about just about everything.
So you can imagine it is with some
reservation that I write to you.
I was inspired to hear your renewed
commitment to locally sought organic produce.
I am a one-step food advocate too. I always love a handwritten ever-changing
menu. It keeps the vim in a food
relationship and a food love affair alive.
I rejoice in news of a new chef.
I may have been playing on my iPhone
yesterday when you rescued the plate from my table. I might even have been Facebook-ing my
We didn’t engage again about the meal.
Didn't you realise I hadn't eaten
everything off my plate?
Didn't you want to know what a Basket and
Green cafe devotee thought of your new look menu?
Weren't you interested in knowing if I enjoyed
Dear Ms G, you know both the Two Girls
about Town love your cafe and that it was the womb for livinglovinghobart.
But I am in a wee bit of epicurean
Too summarise, hopefully not too unkindly
although I appreciate I can be blunt, the new look menu on Friday consisted of:
§ a difficult to pronounce and undefined soup
§ three Panini options: poached trevally; pear and cheese; and mixed
§ and half a chicken.
Soon into my carrot, carrot and beetroot
sandwich, I was wondering, WHY?
Purple carrot is quaint indeed, but not a
large roasted slab accompanied by barely cooked orange babies.
Most cooks know you need salt to make a
dish, but that was so seasoned I found it almost inedible.
To be fair, there was a scant green
something in the mix but its representation was purely tokenism.
I love to eat new things and I want to be
But not all the time and not by the entire
If I was to build on your vegie sandwich, I would have said less carrot, another vegetable participating as an equal (and of a different colour) and the option of a bit of feta or haloumi. Of course, less salt! It's bad for us.
Dear Ms G, please don’t get so groovy you
forget some of the simple pleasures too.
The original Basket and Green vegie burger was the best I’d ever eaten anywhere (Skye's take on the best burger EVER thanks to recipe provided by former Cook).
The blueberry pancakes with caramelised walnuts were to die!
I remain committed. And I look forward to another meal, because
Basket and Green is so wonderful.
I trust you read this letter in the spirit
with which it was written: love of good food, love of Basket and Green and
optimism in the future of both, together.
Does anyone else have an opinion on the matter?