Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Espousing Esposito

162 Elgin St
(Corner of Elgin St and Drummond St)
Carlton VIC 3053
Telephone: 03 9347 9838

Opening Hours: Mon-Fri lunch from 12pm; Mon-Sat dinner from 6pm

Here is the deal with family.

The laws of biology, proximity and moral turpitude decree that you must love your family - and I do. The same laws, however, make it impossible to like your family all the time - and I don't. The 'quarrels' are typically inconsquential: silly squabbles over bathroom business, restless relatives and finicky foodies come to mind. The 'consequences' are similarly insignificant: you wait your turn, you go for a walk, you eat what's on the table and you'll like it. At the end of the day, you love them where it counts.

My mother likes to say, "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all." Frankly, I doubt if there is a soul on earth who puts this into practice (except, obviously, and admittedly insensitively, those who literally can't say anything at all. I apologise).

Because it's necessary. Some things must be said. Some things should not be left to fester. Some things (most things) are better off fixed.

Menu for your perusal - the one on the website is slightly outdated.

So here is the deal with Esposito. There are indeed many 'nice things' to be said.

1. Like family, it's in close proximity, so much so that in the last month alone, I've visited twice with my family - BFF YS, and my mother and siblings.

2. No beachside views (the Holy Grail of seafood dining and real estate generally), but it's pretty. And comfy! Plenty of (classy) couch seating - the kind you call shotgun for as children (age of adolescence for most, 21 for my lovely friend YS).

3. The food is fantastic. And just as fantastic - it's consistent.

A complimentary amuse-bouche of seaweed.

Very light and refreshing - I've never been so pleased to have a lump of green, gangly strands on my plate.

Our first appetizer:

Seared Sashimi Tuna with a salad of smoked tomato, fennel and black olive mayonnaise ($21) [Half-portion]

I could have licked the plate clean. I didn't - and I'll get to this later (basic dining etiquette was not the reason), but this is a dish that is everything it should be. Not groundbreaking in concept, but the tuna was seared enough that the textural contrast of the cooked flesh to the fresh was easily and happily discernible, the smoked tomato was warm and very moreish, and the fennel and mayonnaise subtly enhanced them both.

Our second appetizer:

Seared wild Canadian scallops with caramelised onion tortellone, celeriac puree and black truffle vinegarette ($21) [Half-portion]

It was beautiful, really. As is obvious from the photograph, the scallops were burnished perfectly, teasingly resistant within, and although I always think tortellone is too thick and clumsy (having grown up on womanly won tons), the filling was lovely with no overpowering onion overtones.

Our main:

John Dory Fillets with calamari ragout with artichokes, watercress and lemon ($39) [Half-portion]

That I can't seem to stay away from ordering this should speak for itself. The John Dory, on its own, is cooked just right. But the star(fish) for me is that calamari ragout; the calamari is chopped so finely you don't expect to taste it at all, but every (tiny) spoonful is a burst of squidgy squidiness. I've never had anything quite like it. I restrained myself from licking the plate directly, but couldn't help sliding my finger across and well, you know the rest.

Not photographed unfortunately, but also sampled - the Black Angus Fillet Steak (requested rare, and medium rare by my brother and mother respectively on the same visit - both were impressively executed), and a gorgeously generous Spaghettini Marinara, which took three people to polish off (two of us had our own mains).

Our desserts:

Hot Date Tart with spiced frangipane and vanilla bean ice cream ($18)

YS insisted on ordering this; personally, I detest sticky date pudding. Let me just say - this is nothing like sticky date pudding. Not even the filling of the tart is reminiscent of sticky date. It's soft, slightly cake-y, and the witty 'hot date' is smooth without the cloying sweetness that I associate with fruit pies generally. I liked it so much that YS let me finish it. Best friend ever.

And here is where my failure as a foodie becomes apparent - without a picture of the dessert menu, I can't tell you what this is at all, except that it was a much better version of the chocolate sandwich I had at Cutler & Co, and luxuriantly decadent. That little lump, to my disappointment, was not ice cream, though not unpleasant.

Now here are the things that some (my mother perhaps) would prefer I not say.

1. Time, oh time. This is a place to linger indeed. Menus were slow to arrive, as was the waitress who took our order. And while water is topped up frequently, it's because you'll need it. The food takes a long, lo-o-ng time to arrive.

2. The waitresses are always lovely, but service can be scatty. On our first visit, YS and I shared everything and they generously offered to split our dishes, hence the petite portions in the photographs above. On a subsequent visit with my sister, this service was neither proffered nor executed - easily forgivable however, as they were acknowledgedly busier the second time around.

2. The distinction of lovely 'waitresses' above was no accident. Much like a very specifically annoying trait in a family member, a substantial portion of my vexations with Esposito have stemmed from one particular individual.

When a customer encounters cling wrap in her seared tuna - which she inadvertently chews and nearly swallows, the expected response is an apology. What is not expected:

Absence of apology aside -
"But you almost ate it clean!"
"What would you like me to do about it?"
"Are you saying you want me to take it off the bill?"

My response? A very measured "I'd like you to do what you'd like to do." The item was taken off the bill. But we really didn't need the 'tude. Which, unfortunately, was apparent again on a subsequent visit with my mother.

"What drinks are we having tonight?" "None thanks, we're driving."
"Are you sure? Nothing to drink at all?"
And though we were sure, "Here is the drinks list! What would you like?"
Finally - an incredulous (and unnecessarily loud) "Really! No drinks at all!"
Glasses were cleared with evident sulkiness.

So yes, I like Esposito - where it counts. I'm sure. Really.

But as yet, it's not quite family.

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  1. Ugh. I can't believe the attitude of the waitstaff. I read the first part of our review and was mentally making a note to visit, then read the second part and mentally scrubbed it off again. Esposito isn't going on my eat-list any time soon.

    Jetsetting Joyce

  2. I wasnt overly impressed by esposito and to be honest I'm even LESS impressed now hearing about the service you've received. You dont get repeat customers with that kind of "attention to detail"!

  3. Well written. Very entertaining. I like the "womanly won tons" bit (it's a fav food of my friend overseas).
    I will definitely go here, but if the waitstaff behaves like described here, I won't give tips.

  4. love the post, is abit like a love and hate relationship, sometimes its love in the air while times its as cold as blardy winter

  5. Joyce: What's really unfortunate is that it's actually only one member of the waitstaff, hence my multiple positive qualifiers! Do you reckon that's worth writing them off entirely?

    Maria: I agree. I think it's harder when you're young and look very much like a student as well, really hate it when customers get treated differently on face value!

    DJ: Haha alright will take you there when you're next in Melbourne and you can withold tips at your discretion!

    Joe: Very philosophical - and applies anywhere and everywhere I'm sure!

  6. Ah, I had visited with the family once, with the restaurant totally picked at random and we were all very pleasantly surprised at how good the food was and how much we enjoyed ourselves! Nice to see the food is still delicious, will definetly have to pop by again soon!

    Shame that it's just one waitstaff with the 'tude, I find in restaurants these sort of people eventually get weeded out....

  7. The food and the place looks great! Maybe the waitress is just having one bad day? I've always been told to be nice to the waitstaff or else they'll put something in my food. And I don't think we should judge so harshly on the attitude of a single waitress.

  8. too bad about the service but at least the Hot Date Tart was great.

  9. Ashley: I sure hope so! I would visit again I think.

    Megan: I've heard that about certain places from friends in the industry! Very scary.

    Adrian: Hot dates are always great. Yeah.