Nothing is far away in Whyalla and after getting a little lost I soon found myself at this restaurant at the edge of the beach with attractive views.
A table for one? No problem. Inside please.
The paper covered good sized wood tables and blonde wood seats leave a clean appearance to the place,
with simple decor.
The menu featured French onion soup. I've had some shocking attempts and reinterpretations of this so I asked the waiter to check if it was a classic French onion soup. Yes came the reply.
I ordered that followed by half a dozen tempura oysters and crumbed fish for a main.
I was astonished to be served a brown onion soup accompanied by a slice of heavily buttered warm garlic bread. No bread in the soup and no gruyere either!
I requested the fish be crumbed and just barely cooked. It was heavily crumbed, the fish itself still quite moist and with good taste.
The house made mayo, (thought it a commercial product) not a tartare sauce, was heavy with little flavour. For me the best thing on the plate was the chips!
If dishonesty was a capital offence it would be hard to save this chef. Not only that but the his cooking lacked any delicacy. OK for a cafe inadequate for a restaurant.
In all a very disappointing experience.
Score: The restaurant 7/10 The food 3/10