Planning for this night began way back during
Wellington on a Plate in August. Whence
we were enjoying the fabulous cocktails of the Museum Hotels Cocktails in the
City. These consummate hosts
stayed behind to keep us company after the official cocktail session had
ended. One of these hosts, the
very charming Houston was telling us he was later to meet with friends who were
visiting Wellington from Christchurch.
These friends were employed by the owners of the Bangalore Polo Club in
Christchurch and were still being paid, even though the Christchurch Bangalore
has not reopened since the February earthquake. Such loyalty to staff must not be overlooked.
So we made a pact that night, to venture to the new
Wellington Bangalore Polo Club, which has opened up in the old Coyote spot of
Courtenay Place.
And here we are, nearly seven weeks later, only to
find the place heaving by six o’clock on a Friday night on their second week of
trading. Lucky I booked a table. I got proceedings under way with a
‘Catapult’. How apt. It really did catapult the mood from
weekday-ho-hum to weekend-hip-hoorah.
I can see why they decided on the name ‘catapult’, perhaps my name for
it is a little wordy for the menu.
But, I will let them use my term, should the feedback be resolute enough
to get it back on the menu. My
friend ordered a Lady Stacy, which could be described as a meal in one, with
strawberries, mint, cucumber, pineapple juice and a brand of Vodka I can’t
pronounce without slipping into an Australian accent. A bit early for that!
Feeling ‘fearless and brave’ as the Bangalore Polo
Club catch phrase goes, we ventured away from the drinks menu and settled into
reading the entertaining 13-page dinner menu. Rest assured there was to be no funny business about food
this time. We were again female
diners, but this time we had healthy appetites and not afraid to sate them.
Saying that, I wasn’t going to be seduced by the
cheesy and herby calzone. No! I’ve learnt this is a foolish weakness
to give into at such an early stage of the evening. It can only lead to buttery lips and a full stomach, leaving
no room for the main show.
Even with such resolve, we did not get past the entree
menu. We were sold on the prawn
cocktails, how could you not love these nostalgic gems. The prawns were big, the dressing
creamy but not enough to drown the plentiful prawns, on top of shredded lettuce,
avocado, tomato and a wedge of Meyer lemon (not too hard, not too bitter or too
dry, but just right). My partner
thought the prawns could’ve been tastier if they were fresh, but I’m not sure
how easy it is to find fresh prawns in Wellington. I suspect not very easy.
We foolishly ordered the BPC sharing platter at the
same time as the prawn cocktails.
One of those eyes bigger than our stomachs situations. The platter would happily feed 2-4
hungry people. We certainly saw
tables of 6 female diners sharing the platter and not finishing it. Not that a platter must be scraped
clean, we’re not that greedy, but it does seem a shame to waste such delicious
food.
The whole menu is an eclectic mix of dishes. You’d think given the theme of the
place you’d find Indian curries, and you would be right. But also you will find seafood chowder,
Waldorf salad, risotto, roasted pork hock, pizza and my ultimate Italian
dessert, affogato. So, the menu
has something to please everyone.
We gave the platter a good hour to enjoy and sample a
little of everything but still couldn’t clear the board. We unanimously agreed the Umai
(pronounced Ooh Mai – indeed) was the absolute winner on the plate. The Umai is a Malaysian style cold salad
with fish, pickled lettuce, carrot, onion, coriander and chilli being a delightful
mix of light and crunchy with plenty of bite, all beautifully complementing
each other. A close second
favourite on the platter was the chicken liver pate. The pate was so creamy and airy with maximum flavour,
definitely the best pate I’ve ever had.
Also deserves a mention were the crispy chicken drumsticks, with their clever
mix of herbs and spices; the seared tuna; mango lassi (cold yoghurt drink in a
shot-glass); cucumber pickle; cured meats; more of our prawn cocktail, oh look,
I’ve nearly described the contents of the platter – it was all good.
Unfortunately, we then had no room for desserts, not
even my divine affogato. But, this
is good news, as there is plenty to come back for.
We decided a gin and tonic would be appropriate
instead of a dessert. The movers
and shakers (excuse the pun), of all things mixology at The Museum Hotel have
us sworn off Bombay Sapphire Gin, so we knew knowledgably ordered the Beefeater
24 Gin - we were not disappointed.
The service was excellent at the Bangalore Polo Club, right
from booking a table through to entry to the bar onto our table through our
meal and settling up at the end of the night. The music was also a great mix of old classics. They’ve got it all right.