That got us back on the hoof around five-twenty, on a walk that's supposed to be around twenty minutes, so it had turned out to be a reasonably efficient time killer. We managed to arrive on the doorstep at Da Angelo a mere five minutes early after a number of photo opportunities along the way that had me thinking I really should have brought the iPod.
I hadn’t realised that Da Angelo was a two storey operation, and had put the difficulty in acquiring a table down to the size of the ground floor operation we’d seen through the windows while walking past. We ended up with a table upstairs with a view of the twilight sailing which seems to be an Australia-wide Wednesday night phenomenon.
As far as the food quotient was concerned, I was more than satisfied with a garlic bread, and a chicken pasta dish with creamy vodka and tomato sauce. Madam’s seafood Risotto lined up well beside the pasta (though I reckon I got the better deal by a short half head). Derwent Estate Riesling went rather well with both, and a glance at the Dessert menu indicated there was Cassata on offer. I would have rounded things off with a liqueur muscat and still have departed before the seven-thirty deadline if the waitress wasn't so damned efficient and delivered the bill before I could ask for another look at the wine list.
We were home around seven-forty-five, and with the final one-dayer being played I checked to see if it was on one of the Fountainside TV channels. It wasn’t, but I was quite happy to toddle off to bed.