18 The Strand DEE WHY BEACH
Phone 99827931
Review originally posted on the 1st of January 2003
My family schlepped across town from Belmore to Harbord back in the 60s. Dear old dad had brought himself a milk run.
An older sister and her MG'n'Malibu crowd lodged the rogue surfer seed in me and recreation always meant the beach at Dee Why.
During the 70s i defected to Long Reef. Northernmost point on the same stretch of sand. The Strand at Dee Why had very few restaurateurs back then. The "hood" in neighborhood probably discouraged them. Nowadays you couldn't fill up another eatery.
Memories still flood back whenever i'm on the promenade at DY.
OK so it's the first day of twenty zero three and the midsummer's rain is well dispatched. The staff at Stella Blu act like staff. Consequently, the owners behave as only owners should. It has tables across from the beach, where no loony's edge too close threatening death with concealed incendiary devices. The interior tables look exceptionally civilized. And the menu is determinedly well mannered rather than strenuously polite.
Hearty, aromatic and Calabrian inclined melanzane parmegiana and about eight other possibilities worked backward to delicate. Bresaola, oysters or nannata, otherwise asparagus came with marinated capsicum and goat cheese.
Robust mains come free of chichi. A cornucopia of garnish wedded prudently with ocean trout. Lamb, scotch fillet and non-factory bird are all beautifully sourced in-laws to game. Prosaic side dishes, yes, though daily, an extraordinary contemporary regard for cooking struts a sincere integrity.
Deserts were declined in favor of napoli and Illy coffee.
A panorama of activity - and it rained on my visit - make Stella Blu an ideal first date place. If prices are considered an indication of your intention by the squeakier sex, the bright sunbeams of your future should quicken to illuminate your path.
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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