We headed to The Rocks for dinner. Of course the area is historic, so it’s pleasant from that perspective. However, to be frank, I’ve found in the past that it’s hard to find anywhere there that’s half decent to eat at, probably because it’s over-touristed and under-restauranted with the result that quality declines and prices rise (a corollary to Parkinson’s Law?). So it was with a little trepidation that we asked for a table at Caminetto. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised: my veal chop with mushroom sauce was nice and S’s vegetable lasagna was quite acceptable too (but surely it’s hard to get lasagna wrong)? We opted for a ½ litre of “house red”, in spite of being told when we asked about the style that it was an “Italian blend” (whatever that means). But even that went down well after the first couple of sips.
At the outset the service was just a little ordinary, but it was a busy time of the evening. As the evening progressed, and things slackened off a little, the service improved. Hence, when an unexpected heavy, but short shower came by, we were quickly moved from our table in the courtyard just outside the reach of the umbrella to an adjoining dry position.
We then headed through the Argyle cut and ended up walking all the way back to our accommodation on what turned out, after the shower, to be a very pleasant evening.