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Hobart: MONA and Aloft

March 20, 2016 by Andrew Christie Leave a Comment

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Cocktails at MONA

Back at the end of February, Strop and I took ourselves off to Hobart for a long weekend as part of our wedding anniversary celebration. The main motivation for going to Hobart was that we were getting sick of being asked if we had been to the Museum of Old and New Art (MONA) yet, and having to shake our heads sadly while we were told “Oh, you must go, it’s” [choose from the following list: “amazing”; “wonderful”; “different”; or “well, I’ll let you make up your own mind, but you must go”].

So eventually we did, and with the anniversary as an excuse we splurged on the fancy boat tickets to MONA and a nice dinner afterwards at a newish restaurant overlooking the harbour.

We started our Big Day in Hobart with a trip to the edge of the bush for a breakfast date with old friends of Strop’s, Bob, Fran, Isla and Charlie. We spent a wonderful couple of hours eating excellent pancakes in their newly extended home, enjoying the view of Mt Wellington through an enormous window, and talking about kids, gardens, books and kayaks. Fran dropped us back into town just in time to be handed a glass of champagne on the ferry to MONA.

The thing about MONA is the weird way the building has no real external image. It’s kind of like there is no there, there. The building is mostly below ground, built into a headland overlooking the Derwent River. It only emerges in a few seeming unrelated structures to let in light or to provide access. As such it is a hard place to get a sense of from the outside, which explains why all the visual images used to promote MONA are of the internal spaces or of the collection.

It might be the landscape architect in me but I quite like this approach to designing such a significant building. Making it more of a place than a thing, but it does take a while to get used to. Inside, the galleries are arranged vertically, dug into the raw sandstone of the headland. The accepted approach seems to be to dive in, heading down as far as you can go and then work your way back to the surface, by which time you will be gasping for some refreshments and of course, needing to buy some postcards.

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The Rules according to Gilbert & George

The big exhibition at MONA was a George and Gilbert retrospective. Before this exhibition my only knowledge of these two was of their pudgy, be-suited personas, when occasionally appearing on television. Their art though, is amazing. Terrific graphic styles and motifs. I loved it. They kind of reminded me of a pommy, and slightly more politically focussed version of our very own Mambo artists.

We spent most of the day at the museum exploring all the galleries and having lunch on a grassy terrace overlooking the river. It was a Saturday and the gallery was quite busy but it didn’t detract from our appreciation of the place. One of my other favourite works was a long tunnel with a sound sculpture that responds to movement. I was lucky enough to go through the tunnel on my own and get the full effect of the sounds building and bouncing around as I moved along. When there are more people in it, the clarity of the effect gets a bit lost.

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Strop exits the tunnel

After our big day out we had a little lie down in our hotel before dinner at Aloft. It is a fairly new restaurant and we were only able to get a booking for 8:30 which is a bit late for us, especially after a big day out arting about. Still, anniversary and all that, have to put in.

We were pretty hungry when we arrived back to the same new pier the ferry to MONA had left from earlier in the day. The restaurant is in a lovely space, upstairs at the end of the pier, with big windows looking out onto the harbour.

Our waitress was young and charming, providing lots of useful information on the options. We decided on the banquet as it meant that we had fewer choices to make. Strop was keen to try an orange wine and the sommelier was very helpful, suggesting wines to go with the various dishes.

The food is very high concept, concentrating on the quality of the mainly local ingredients rather than on stunt presentations. We started out with a water egg custard thing and crunchy pigs ears.

As we ate, the room started to thin out, the earlier sittings heading off home or to shows.

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Aloft

Most of the food was great, but I did find some of it too salty. Particularly the lamb, it was probably a 1 out of 5 on Deb’s salt scale.

Apart from the salt issues, things were going swimmingly until 10 pm, when things suddenly started going pear-shaped. Our waitress must have finished her shift because she suddenly appeared with a jacket over her work clothes and sat at a nearby table to have a glass of wine with the couple dining there. Unusual, but kind of charming. Then groups of people started arriving and sitting up at the bar, chatting to the kitchen and floor staff. This all coincided with us being forgotten – as if we had just dropped off the radar. Whoever was supposed to take over from our waitress mustn’t have been able to see us because our water glasses were left empty, to the point that Strop had to actually wave her glass in the air to get a refill. By this time the other tables were thinning out, and it seemed like the staff just wanted to get away and chat with their friends. It was very odd.

Luckily, the dessert was excellent. Strawberries and blueberries in a fennel sauce with goat curd sorbet. Yummo. Then we were presented with the wrong bill. The waiter came back with the right one, and he did apologise but… There was a sense that the staff just wanted to hang out with their mates rather than look after their customers. None of it was horrible, it was just a bit of a surprise, and a contrast to the service earlier in the evening. It was definitely at odds with the image they present, as a high-end restaurant. Maybe it’s just a small town thing, a function of everybody knowing everybody else.

Our departure, after paying the correct bill, went un-noticed by the staff.

On a more positive note, the access is excellent – 5 out of 5 Susans. The Wendy value scale is a bit more problematic. 3 Wendys, maybe.

So, have you been to MONA yet?

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Hobart from the harbour

Filed Under: Off the Map Tagged With: art, Gilbert & George, Hobart, salt, service

512 Smash Sausage Kitchen – The comfort of food

March 28, 2015 by Andrew Christie 5 Comments

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We normally avoid Tuesday outings because so many places are closed, which can lead to Out of Sequence Error messages. But one of our tribe has gone, leaving a big hole in the lives of those around him, and in these strange and sad days, normal rules make little sense. We are all fragile and in need of comfort and distraction.

And anyway this is our last chance to catch up with a flesh and blood version of Adrienne, who is in town on sabbatical from her home in the Bundaberg back blocks. Adrienne is of the Art persuasion and has been busy on a fortnight long gallery-gallivant around Sydney. Tonight, we are also lucky to be joined by Adrienne’s niece, the gorgeous Bridget, who is in town for a one-day only, birthday-mystery-junket. She turned up at Brisbane airport this morning, knowing she was catching a plane, but not knowing where she was going. Her Arty Aunt had arranged a surprise day out in Sydney, ticking off icons, generally larking it up, and finally reaching a climax of Sydney fulfilment by questing her way to Smash Sausage Express. But the visit is strictly a one-day event and, Cinderella-like she will be whisked away by a taxi after dinner, to return to her normal life of drudgery in Bris-vegas. We are also joined by the Stropolina to help even out the age distribution graph and because there is a new rule that she has to dine with us on Tuesdays.

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Smash Sausage Express specialises in comfort food. Specifically, they dish up sausages and mashed potatoes in a variety of tasty configurations. They even have a Mash of the Day, a Sausage of the Day, and a Brulée of the Day. And I think I am in love.

Our comforting starters are Corn on the Cob with chilli salt and Garlic Bread. While we are munching our way through these, Bridget and Adrienne start on a bit of Quest inquisition, wanting to know all the history, the derivation of the Rules, and what the hell Number 37 has to do with anything. Hopefully, our answers made some kind of sense to the Queenslanders.

For mains you can pick whatever combination of sausages you want and match them with your choice of mash and sauce. I decided to go with the prize winning Moroccan Lamb and Raisin (on the manager’s recommendation), Wagyu Beef (Sausage of the Day), and English Pork (sausage classic), which I matched with the Mash of the Day (Curry) and Tomato Chutney. The others tried various combinations, including Parmesan Mash, Caramelised Onion Mash, Honey Chicken and Macadamia sausages, and Smokey Bacon, Pork and Maple, and Vegetarian. Bridget avoided the mash altogether, and went for a salad. Sometimes I think young people have their priorities all wrong.

Curry Mash. Get yourself some. That is all.

It was all lovely, as comfort food should be. The Moroccan Lamb and the English Pork sausages were excellent but the Curry Mash was a revelation. I am definitely going back for more of that. Smash get their sausages from some secret master sausage butcher. Whoever this bloke is, Mr Abbott should immediately snatch back Phil the Greeks superfluous knighthood and give it to this deserving butcher – for services to stomachs.

Dessert isn’t called dessert at Smash. It is called Pudding, and I couldn’t agree more. Whatever you call it, it wasn’t strictly necessary after we had polished off our snags and mash, but we don’t like to do things by halves, especially when we are trying to impress visitors from over the border. Strop and I went for the Brulée of the Day, because we can’t resist rhymes, and Adrienne went for the Eton Mess because she is full of curiosity and not easily put off. The young people opted out, which was probably the sensible approach. The Eton Mess was huge and stopped Adrienne in her tracks, the brulée was more modest but was still more than was strictly necessary. Oh well, there is always the long walk home (which is getting longer and longer) to help joggle everything back into the right places.

If you need some comforting, and these days who doesn’t, go and get some Smash.

I wonder if they do takeaways?

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Filed Under: Quest Tagged With: art, comfort food, curry mash, sausages

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