So a sunny Saturday in December seemed to be the best time and in spite of lunch specials at Number 8 and Bistro Guillaume we were still lured into The Atlantic. We were shown to the last table for two on the terrace and enjoyed wonderful viewss from our table.
Steve opted for pan seared scallops with white asparagus puree, green aspargus and blood orange which looked so pretty on a piece of gray slate. I was lucky enough to try a mouthful and loved the sweet scallop with the palette cleansing citrus burst of blood orange.
Steve went for fish and chips. The tartare sauce that came with us was very good and the fish batter remained crispy. The quality and sweetness of the white fish came throught the batter which is hard and rare to find.
The mash didn't disappoint either all creamy and smooth and rich. So much better than what we'd had two days ago at The Waterfront. The mash there wasn't bad but I'd happily pay more for here.
I loved the raspberry tart. Once again it was a visual delight with plump raspberries and a dark pink quennelle of sorbet. This dish was light and fruity and so enjoyable. Steve said he would have liked thicker pastry but I loved the delicate crisp shell of this tart.
The Atlantic has a special place in my heart because of the wonderful plates of food we had. The service was efficient and attentive; it wasn't the most personal and when I asked whether to go for the spaghettini or a risotto special they had on, the waiter wasn't able to give an opinion but our glasses were kept topped up, we didn't have to wait long for anything and generally felt looked after unlike our experience at the night before at The Kitchen Cat and the night before that at The Waterfront.
Steve did say that what we had for lunch was better than what he'd had the day before so perhaps we made the right choices and chose the best dishes.
This is an expensive place to eat and we spent $250 for the two of us including a bottle of wine but the extra $50 or so more it costs over somewhere like The Waterfront or The Kitchen Cat goes a long long way and I'd rather save up to come here. I can't wait to return!