Where the monks at?
Thought this place got swag for a temple. Normally temples don’t allow alcohol, meat and short skirts but this one says yes! The only thing in common is the smell of incense wafting near the bathrooms. Clean bathrooms in a Chinese restaurant are a revelation! This temple is everything a Chinese restaurant isn’t: swanky surrounds, service without the frowns, kick ass booze and a menu you can understand without a translator. The scary thing is that it’s owned by a pony-tailed gwailo! Obviously a black belt in the art of the wok and Steven Segal’s cousin, the kitchen explores Chinese beyond the boring old Cantonese we’ve been eating since 100BC.
Yes, there is more to lamb than Mongolian and Captain Chilli makes many cameo appearances (You can find him in red on the menu that has a Bangkok bride portrait on the front cover – I wasn’t able to tell how old she was). You can be handsomely rewarded by building your own banquet that crosses duck to fish, cold to hot, salty to fiery but maybe not Tibet. Oh, you wont get chopsticks thrown at you here too because they practice a thing called decent service.
The problem about Spice Temple is that there are going to be a bunch of diners who will never comprehend the premium you pay for refinement in Asian cuisine. It’s as hard as teaching your wrinkly grandma how to use Facebook. But don’t you think it would be fun just for kicks?
Spice Temple
10 Bligh St
Sydney, NSW 2000
(02) 8078 1888
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i loooooooooove salted duck egg!
Me and eggs go way back