The new Westfield at Pitt St Mall is really the gift that keeps on giving. Each month a new cafe, restaurant or concept store appears to pop up, either in the food court at the top, or buried in the myriad of shiny floors and escalators. Cara & Co is one such restaurant that recently crossed my radar. It’s hidden in a large, glass-filled shop on the 4th floor of Westfield, filled with so many gorgeous items and exotic paraphernalia that you’d be forgiven for thinking you’d entered another world entirely. Every single item in the shop is for sale, including a very cool curved couch complete with ball-shaped pillows which dangle temptingly from the couch like oversized earrings.
Moving past all these temptations, including designer clothes from literally every corner of the globe, we spot the entrance to the restaurant and take our seats.
Not only is the restaurant contained within a clothing boutique, but footage of models strutting down the runway is projected onto the walls, changing constantly, so that you’re effectively surrounded by fashion on all sides.
Complimentary amuse bouche. Can’t quite remember what this was, but I vaguely remember tasting peas and being told that the topping was milk froth. Anyway, fun to eat!
The second amuse bouche. Heirloom tomato stuffed with goats cheese, topped with [something crunchy] and accompanied by micro herbs and pearls.
Main course – Beef Story. Aejen and Sherrie waited very graciously while Steph and I took a good five minutes getting the perfect shot of their meal. The cube of meat in the foreground was fillet tartare (I can almost see Sherrie’s squeamish look right now) and the meat in the background was slow-cooked sirloin, draped in Bearnaise sauce. Along the side was a sprinkling of perfectly cut glazed potato cubes, herbs and little drops of sauce resembling peas. Yum!
Smurf’s and violets. This actually came in three parts – a little round chocolate cake, drenched in liquid Belgian chocolate and practically held prisoner by its enormous ceramic dish; accompanied by a flute of alcoholic raspberry sorbet, and a dish of strawberries and violet ice-cream. The sourness of the raspberries carried the chocolate cake, lifting it out of potential stodginess. I was a liiiiittle disappointed that my dish wasn’t bright blue, with a little white hat somewhere (given the Smurf name) but otherwise I can’t complain 🙂
No better way to end a meal.