Holy Shamoly, last month I turned the mature age of 26. Twenty….freakin’….six. I know for some that doesn’t seem all that old and there is really nothing more annoying than someone younger than you complaining about how old they are and the whole time you’re thinking ‘giiiiiirl, you don't know nu-in.’! However the cold hard truth of it is that I can no longer kid myself into thinking I’m in my early twenties (25 still counts as early twenties in my book in case you were wondering). So, it looks like I am just going to have to deal with it.
When I was a young, freckled face junior school munchkin I definitely pictured my life at 26 to be somewhat different to how it is now. I was fairly certain to 100% sure that I was going to be a famous actress with awards rivaling Meryl, an adoring husband and two point three kids. Alas, I have achieved not one of these goals so far, but hey, Harrison Ford was a carpenter until the age of 35 when he landed his Star Wars gig so it’s not too late for me yet!
So on this 26th birthday, instead of moping about (because let’s be honest… ‘ain’t no-body got time for that!’) we went out for an exquisite meal at one of my all-time faves Press Food and Wine. I have been to Press a number of times and I have loved every outing. Its industrial style décor with pops of colour and light create a sleek and modern feel whilst still maintaining a welcoming charm. Seated upstairs we cozied into a large booth where we were prepared to perch for many hours whilst indulging in the finest of food and wine.
Like the SA Firefighters calendar, the menu is comprised of an array of mouth-watering dishes. Finding it hard to choose just a few, the family possie decided to share a bunch of small and large plates which is just what the doctor ordered for curing a case of food envy.
First up were a bunch of smaller plates of which we chose the veal croquettes with aioli, chorizo with red peppers and choka sauce as well as three perfect pork buns. The veal croquettes were delightful with a crisp outer layer and soft and tasty veal inside. I had never actually had a non-potato based croquette so this was a new experience and one I will undoubtedly be trying again. The chorizo was grilled to perfection and was done exactly as it should be. Spot on.
The pork buns are straight-up the best in town. That’s right… normally I represent this blog as the mere opinion of a passionate food-lover but I am claiming this to be an undeniable fact because come on….. could they get any better? The pork is top quality and cooked beautifully being soft and tender without forgetting the crispy bits to boot. Ohh wee, now that is the real sh*t.
For our second round we went with some bigger plates - the roast pork belly with carrot puree and confit onion, grilled octopus and slow cooked brisket with mac and cheese. Press certainly lives up to its impeccable pork rep. The pork belly was right on the money with not too much fat between the crunchy crackling and juicy meat. The octopus was probably my least favourite dish significantly lacking in flavour. Unfortunately, I haven’t met a grilled octopus in Adelaide that I’ve been particularly fond of so if you know a good place. Give us a shout.
Like MJ in the Jackson Five, Robbie in Take That and Ronan in Boyzone, the slow cooked brisket was the stand out talent. This meat is so rich and tender it could turn Gandhi into a carnivore. One of my favourite dishes like…. ever!
Sure, I could say that I recommend Press but that is not exactly the angle I am going for here so let me rephrase. If you live in Adelaide and you haven’t been to Press, you might as well be a drunk-driver because either way… you’re a bloody idiot.
Until next time… Stay Rad-elaide.