Oh, joy of joys, I am so happy I found Demetri's, drawn to it, as I walked past, by the intimate bar opening onto the street (there's table seating at the back) and the promise of grilled sardines wrapped in vine leaves on the Specials board.
Why oh why can Sydney not do restaurants like this? A friendly bar that's vibrant but not loud, a real place for locals, where you are welcomed and served by Demetri and his amicable crew. It's the kind of place you feel like you've been coming to for years, and makes you wish you lived upstairs.
Stylish and honest.
The only problem with the menu is deciding what to have between broadbean kaftedes, feta and chilli dip, wild spanakopita; whitebait , grilled quail and, yes, succulent lamb cutlets. To name a few I tried.
A tidy wine list, and a bill at the end that won't bankrupt you. Which is not to say this isn't refined, high quality fare.
If only I could kidnap Demetri and get him to open a joint next door to me in Sydney.
Efharisto for Demetr's Feast.
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