The lure of The Butler is actually neither the cocktails, nor the food, but that sundrenched patio; bang on the perfect place to while away a Sydney afternoon. Book early to get a coveted outside table, set under the hanging plants, and time your visit for an hour shy of sunset.
You’ll drown in golden light as the last rays of sun cut through the city skyline. Whet your lips on Grandma’s Vase ($35/jug) – the rather twee name is perhaps a nod to camomile, joined by a showering of citrus, Beefeater gin, and enough Aperol to keep it from being insipid.
By way of drinking snacks there are Soffritto Croquettes ($15/4) with a fairly uninspiring (and not particularly spicy) tomato relish; and Sausage Rolls ($12) that eat more like pastry-wrapped Lyonnaise pork snags.
My dining companion wishes they had used more fat. Call me a heathen, but I wish I could switch out the pineapple relish for good, old-fashioned tomato sauce.
We’re all more enamoured with the French Fries ($8) dipped in chipotle mayonnaise; though truth be told they’re pretty similar to the ones you could find for half the price under the golden arches.
At the healthier end of the menu you can tackle Hand-cut Steak Tartare ($22) served with house-made ‘toasts’ whose greatest selling point is that they’re weighty enough to pick up after being heavily loaded with tartare.
Both the tartare, and the BBQ Pork Neck ($28) that follows, are under seasoned. Tomatoes, borlotti beans and a scattering of parsley brighten the slightly pink medallions of pig, which I observe flying out across the buzzing Friday arvo dining room.
Now, about that unmatchable view…
Note: You can a previous visit to this venue here: http://missdissent.livejournal.com/566166.html
123 Victoria Street, Potts Point
Ph: (02) 8354 0742