Dinner, in fact was one of the gastronomic highlights of a trip that was jam-packed with gastronomic highlights. That rating was aided by a very good bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from Stefano Lubiana that had me checking whether there was a cellar door that opened on weekends. As it turned out there wasn’t.
But the Beltana cast an interesting light on the local perception of the local food scene. We’d been eating well, and paying accordingly, in places that catered to the well-heeled in downtown Hobart. Here, we were out in the suburbs, among the regular population, and had assumed where we were headed was just a pub.
Fortunately, having had a light lunch, we turned up on the restaurant doorstep relatively early and were given a table on an “out by seven” basis.
We weren’t, therefore, too late walking back down to Orana House, which suited me fine. An early night meant an early rise, and the Travelogue backlog had grown to gargantuan proportions.