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Pub grub, the Porter House, Surry Hills

It’s that time of year again, cricket season. But this was no ordinary cricket match. It’s the ashes, and an important one, as Australia lost the ashes two years ago and needed to win it back. As much as I love watching cricket, I am more than happy to just get an update from my iphone, however, that’s not the case with ‘The Mother’. He claims that he is ‘better’, as in he doesn’t have to watch it but on this particular weekend that was not the case! I had to drag him out of the house, and I am sure that most of you who have partners who loves cricket will understand how I feel. They refuse to go out, they would spend all day on the couch, waiting for the cricket to start till stumps, they will drink beer and eat chips and well whatever you say they will say ‘not now’. Yes, it’s frustrating and for those who doesn’t like cricket, well it’s just a pain in the arse.

Usually, I really don’t care if ‘The Mother’ stays at home to watch the cricket. Some days I would join him but on this particular day I wanted to go out and eat! I had an intense gym session in the morning and was ravenous. I didn’t have breakfast, as I was waiting for a friend to go to brunch, but she cancelled last minute and thought I would wait for lunch as ‘The Mother’ said ‘I’ll take you’ but he wouldn’t leave until it was lunch break. So after waiting for about an hour or two, it was finally lunch – even cricketers do eat, so don’t know why we couldn’t go and eat also.

I was hoping to go somewhere nice, the winery, and ‘The Mother’ agreed until he realized that lunch will probably take more than 45 mins and he ‘had’ to watch the cricket. We have walked passed this pub many times but have never been in there or eaten there, so he suggested we go there. I knew he didn’t want to miss any of the action, so agreed. It’s a very blokey pub – most of the people that were there were guys. We found a table inside, right in front of the tv of course, so ‘The Mother’ would not miss anything.

The menu consists of your typical pub food, surf n turf, fish and chips, beef and Guinness pies, and chicken schnitzel. Service is great and staff very friendly.

I wanted something naughty, and opted for fish and chips – coopers battered market fish with fresh dressed salad leaves, thick cup chips and house made tartare sauce. Two generous fish fillets, lightly deep fried were scrumptiously good. The fish was fresh and tender, the house made tartare sauce creamy, and tangy was absolutely delightful. The fries crispy and soft on the inside, just the way good chips should be. It was exactly what I wanted and needed.

‘The Mother’ opted for nachos, its certainly has been a while since either of us have had nachos. Baked crispy corn chips, served on a bed of ground beef (which you can’t see in the photo below) topped with cheese, sour cream, avocado and sweet chili sauce. This was awesomely good, the crunchiness from the chips, the creaminess of the avocado and sour cream, the gooey cheese and to top it off, the sweet and chili sauce! I forgot how frigging awesome a good nacho can be and this was that – frigging awesome!

I love the Christmas decorations, I forgot that Christmas is just around the corner! It’s a very friendly pub, very social atmosphere with Irish décor. Price wise, I thought it was a little on the exy side, given that its pub grub.

As much as I was a tad annoyed prior to lunch, I was definitely ‘happy’ and deliciously satisfied.

GA’s ratings: 7.5 / 10

233 Riley Street

Surry Hills, 2010

Ph: +61 2 9211 4454

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