|Zeta's 5th birthday retro beach soiree, Zeta Bar, |
Hilton Sydney, George Street, Sydney
|One big bottle of Belvedere Vodka|
|Deconstructed rapberry mule|
|Great singers got the party started too|
|Fresh peach bellini with peach air|
|Roast beef salad with mixed peppers & rum salsa|
|Ahi tuna with wasabi mayonnaise and cress on cucumber|
|The back bar|
|Pink grapefruit and ginger cosmopolitan|
|Chandelier in the VIP lounge|
|Liquid nitrogen and Chandon|
|Liquid nitrogen in|
|Chandon nitro puffs|
|Fruit filled glasses for the Seaside Summer Punch|
|Fish and chips|
|Mixologist Grant Collins makes a Long Island snow cone|
The neighbouring fairy floss was an elaborate sugary concoction of a Polish Mule – a vodka, ginger beer, lime and sugar mixture apparently dried for four days before being ground into sugar and spun into woollen balls on a stick. The final spritz was really the only ginger flavour coming through for me other than the sugar, but fairy floss always takes me back to more innocent, happy times.
|A whole lot of lemon and lime for Zeta's lemonade|
|Mini cheese burgers with pickles|
Interesting were the deep fried golden parcels that turned out to be pumpkin ravioli, soft and burningly hot inside, served with a creamy dipping sauce. I’ve once tried baked ravioli as part of a salad (in the middle of a huge park in Munich known for nudists, as it were), but never deep fried. I’m not sure if I liked it – I would much prefer gnocco fritto with cheeses and cured meats for my deep fried pasta fix.
|Coconut crumbed prawns|
|Cider toffee apples|
The toffee apple was also spritzed with more booze, apple cider in this case. I was looking forward to a refreshing, crisp apple at the end of the night, just to change it up from burgers, fish and chips, and deep fried prawns.
But the green apple was disappointingly soft and soggy, having being pierced with forks before toffee coating, presumably so as to infuse and flavour the apple with apple cider. Sometimes, boozing just goes a step too far and ruins everything.
Nonetheless, I kept it for its crisp and sweet outer, not really caring what passersby or the taxi driver thought of a clearly-not-child-aged person wielding and licking a toffee apple with glee. After all, it was a birthday party – and I’ll have a toffee apple if I want to.
Thanks to Mark Communications for the party invite – and Happy birthday to Zeta Bar.