49 Willoughby Road CROWS NEST
Phone 94392081
Review originally posted on the 26th December 2002
I nearly ran a spot the mistakes in my reviews contest with some prize thingy for the winner. Ahh! And what, you may ask, was the prize? Not much. I'm not a real journalist, you know. So the Golden Century review needed "here there eaten," to read, "here they're eaten," and "taste and bujet," spelled correctly. A clandestine ring would've infiltrated the field anyway and... Oh the humanity!
Pino's Pizzeria sells pasta fresh from a factory above itself, which is also operated by the benign, nurturing and twinkly-eyed Pino. A continuing joy of generations has passed through the front door since 1973.
I find most suburban interpretations on Italian food entirely resistible. Pino's possesses a deftness that is rare in Crows Nest, where the indistinguishable sameness of the Italian restaurants is underwritten by the kitchen-hands shopping for ingredients at the local Woolworths. And that's after they graduate from the wash-up to the burners. That's not to say it's a bad area to eat Italian or Indian, but Pino's serves straightfoward, fresh, authentic dishes at admirably low prices.
Have some pasta. It is luxury on the cheap. Celebrating prosperity but not pretension. Ravioli filled with mushrooms or fettucine capriciosa with prawns and clams. Tortellini, tagiatelle, rigatoni et al.
Pizza is obtainable in sixteen types, small or large. You may create your own. Starters include garlic calamari or prawns. With bbq'd octopus, scampi or prawns essaying proudly the essential tenets of flavor over fashion native to Pino's. Specials of lamb rack, quail, veal shanks or risotto are less chancy than similar offerings made jaundiced by bleak competitors.
My phone inquiry returned a twelve-page fax describing set-menu options for groups within a comprehensive, albeit, mammoth document.
No drizzling or other scrupulously contrived artifice occurs here. I've seen Angry from the Tatts, Andrew from INXS, or the common type of boofhead i knockabout with eating at Pino's over the years. The experience remains remarkable and just.
Publishing the unpublishable while growing up and finding complacency
- Jimmy Olsen
- Sydney, Australia
- So far, much of the content here started life as a rather embarrassing personal journal, but it's now something I can begin to be proud of. In a warped way, both my sites are the growing inbred children of the now defunct parental site: www.butterboxmedia.com and characteristically (if not genetically) remain under construction. So for that I will apologize, but I won't ever say sorry for my inability to deal with the everyday, the trashy, the crappy, the dismissive, mass stupidity, the bland and the empty. Below are a few reviews from long ago that I exhumed from www.landofsurfandbeer.com.au, a site where I once occasionally posted under the screen name of hed. I have not changed the content of the reviews, however I have corrected my naff punctuation, incorrect spelling and frequent inability to use grammar correctly. Who knows? Perhaps one day this too will be corrected. In the meantime, the best hope you have at getting me to post anything about anything is by virtue of either being really terrible or really wonderful. Roll the dice.
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