Double Bay Woodfire Restaurant

For my Last Supper before I get an operation to extract my wisdom teeth, I had wanted to go to JuJu's in Kings Cross, but they're closed on a Monday night. So driving down New South Head Rd, I finally settled on Double Bay Woodfire Restaurant, for pizza.

It's quite a cosy restaurant, with lifesize statues of chefs grinning and holding pizza boxes outside. There's also an area set up for a band, and posters for various shows.

The whole place feels like a classy neighbourhood joint, with lots of people coming in and greeting other diners like old friends.

The menu is in two parts; the first is fairly standard pizza and pasta fare and the second is slanted towards Hungarian food, with hearty sounding goulash and 'gypsy' pancakes and the like.

The service was harried, and the place seemed understaffed. Even worse, a waiter spilled piping hot pasta down a woman's back, and even joked about it with other diners a scant ten minutes later. This was particularly poor behaviour as the poor woman whose night had been ruined's family were still present.

We ordered a smoked salmon pizza, a supreme pizza, wedges and a Caesar salad.

The pizzas were...okay. I felt that the crusts and the toppings weren't bonded together enough with cheese and the cursts weren't that fluffy and rather hard instead of crispy. Both pizzas lacked cheese, but the smoked salmon one bore this marginally better with large pieces of salmon accentuated by a sprinkling of dill.

However, when we got the pizzas, they weren't as hot as should a straight-out-of-woodfired-oven pizzas should be. Coupled with the distinct lack of cheesiness made the pizzas seem rather dry.

The wedges were lovely though. Thoroughly fried, the potato was fluffy and had that melting sensation, rather than a powdery feel that comes to undercooked wedges. Not enough sweet chili sauce though, pity.

The caesar salad was also good, with a creamy, but not too heavy dressing. Also quite a few anchovies, which I am a fan of. However, the cos lettuce, in my opinoin was cut up too small, so it was a bit difficult to get a good forkful.

Overall, a slightly underwhelming experience for a last supper. Oh well, this means no more foodblogging for a week while my poor teeth recuperate. General anaesthesia, eek!

I apologise for no photos this time, too. As it was my inaugural post, I thought I would try my hand. But when I got there, and pressed the shutter to take the photo of the pizza, two little words popped up: Battery Exhausted. Game over. Next time, eh? For 'celebration of recuperation dinner' I shall be ready...!