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Connection Series – Part 7 – The Fish House. My Date with Greenie.

Mark and I went away for a few days so I could have some uninterrupted time to work on my new book. Unexpectedly a close friend and her husband shouted us to an opulent night out at a restaurant down the coast called The Fish House.

Sincerely, it was to date probably the best dining experience of my life.


Our Date at The Fish House

The Fish House is situated on the beach, looking out across at the water at Burleigh Heads. As you sip your wine, you can hear the waves crashing, see the water and if it weren’t for the divine aromas coming out of the kitchen I swear you would be able to smell the fresh salty ocean air. From the window I could literally see the place where Mark proposed to me 10 year prior.

We were greeted at the door by the manager, a friendly young man with a stylishly greying beard and a European accent. He made us feel like honoured guests, ushering us to our seats like royalty. As we sat down, taking in the room about us, I couldn’t help but be impressed with the decor. They had managed to adorn the room in a creative but sophisticated understated way. The most grabbing image was a huge cabinet of hanging fresh fish, in the window of the kitchen. Some of which were nearly as big as I was. They were clearly being  filleted and used for our decadent dishes.

Our waiters were two adorable young men, one called Andre, the other was a spritely, handsome young Italian. The Italian had been working all around the world for the last ten years. He was very good-looking and full of Italian humour. I was nearly going to enquire about his single status, on behalf of the host of suitors I could line him up with. I held myself back. Next time.


The Food

After we ordered, Andre (the non-Italian waiter) came around with a big basket of a freshly baked sourdough loaf. A perfectly round knob of butter perfected with the smallest dab of truffle on top was placed in the middle of the table. Soon after a little olive oil was poured into a saucer. The pure joy of buttering fresh bread with truffle butter reminded me that it is often the smallest things in life that are the most memorable of all. It also reminded me that my husband is a man of abundance as I watched him lavishly butter his bread AND dip it into the olive oil. Greenie.

For Entrée we ordered the Raw King Fish. This was the highlight of Greenie’s night. Served in a perfect circle, and garnished with toasted sesame seeds, finely chopped chives, coriander, a hint of chilli and crispy shallots. It was exquisite. The fish was so fresh it melted in my mouth, perfectly balanced with salty and tart flavours. I immediately understood the reason why The Fish House is one of the best seafood restaurants in Australia. Even as I write this I want to eat it all over again.

Raw King Fish

For mains we ordered the Hapuku and the Blue Eyed Trevalla. I have to admit, I actually hadn’t heard of Hapuku before. But goodness what a great way to meet it for the first time. It was steamed and served in the most delicate broth poured by the handsome Italian. Mind-blowing. The Trevalla, was char grilled to perfection, so that it was crispy on the outside but still pink and delicate on the inside. It was served with pippies in a bright saffron and tomato sauce. Let me put it this way, there was no imitation saffron being used here. One bite of that Trevalla and I feel like I might be ruined for life.  How am I ever going to eat fish again?

Hapuku
Blue Eyed Trevalla

Remember what I said about the small details? To go with our meal was an unlimited amount of astounding baked potatoes, crispy cos lettuce dressed in olive oil, and sweet seasonal vegetables cooked to perfection. Greenie was very excited to learn from the Italian that could ask for an unlimited number of refills of the side dishes. Being the abundance guy that he is, he got second servings of all the sides. I barely stopped him from a third bowl of potatoes. Cutie.

The Spread

The Game

During dinner we played a connection game. In case you are wondering, Greenie and I play connection games on our own ALL the time. We started playing them with each other long before we played them with anyone else. We were reminiscing how it has been exactly one year since we moved to Brisbane. It has been a year filled with the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. We asked each other the questions:

  • 1. What was the hardest part of the last year for you?
  • 2. What was the most unexpected blessing of the last year?

My unexpected blessing is a beautiful friend of mine called Lisa. Since moving here she has opened her home for us to stay in for holidays, which is opposite the water in Burleigh Heads. Every week she edits my articles. She and her family tirelessly and generously lavish Mark and I with the most abundant gifts. But most of all, I can tell she sees and believes in me, my dreams, and my desire to impact and change the world. She has made it her mission to do everything in her power to make it possible. In one of the most discombobulating years of my life in regard to my career, my personal life, my health and my relationships, she has been an overwhelming blessing.

So there you have it. The freshest, most decadent food, given to us by a family who has been one of the biggest blessings in our lives, served by an adorable Italian, with my favourite person in my favourite place. Heaven.


Oh and for dessert

Chocolate Fondant with vanilla Bean ice-cream. It was simplicity at it’s best. We were meant to share, but I blinked and looked down and Greenie was scraping the remains of the plate into his mouth as though we were on a countdown for the rapture. If the Italian wasn’t hovering, I am almost sure he would have licked the plate. Needles to say, no time for photos.  You will have to use your imagination.

Thank you Lisa and Phil, Jett and Shia for your generous gift. Your family overwhelm us.

And for anyone reading this, get yourself to The Fish House. Worth every dime and more. I for one, have already decided what I would have should I get to dine there again. And for my single ladies, I will see if the Italian is available next time. What a dish.

Christine Greenwood

Reign in Life


Wink: So you know we were not sponsored by The Fish House. Although I wouldn’t say no if they asked me. In fact, I would work there for free. Not. Even. Joking. If not only for the people watching.

One of my favourite parts about fine dining is watching the other people! Gosh there were some awkward dinner conversations going on. There was a party of four next to us, an older married couple, and what looked like his son and his new girlfriend. Conversation was scant indeed! I could feel the awkwardness from where I was sitting. I wanted to write some connection games on a napkin and gift it to them. Either that or buy them a bottle of wine to loosen things up. I refrained. I don’t know if that kind of behaviour is tolerated at The Fish House. Maybe next time when the staff know me a little better.

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