Rediscover Sydney

The What? The Watto.. That’s what.

March 18, 2010 at 3:40 pm (Uncategorized)

Sun? Check. Water? Check. Jugs of Pimms? Check. Amazing view? Check. Good food? Check.

You just got to love the Watsons Bay Hotel. I mean come on. Absolute beach front, great food, splendid view of our wonderful harbour and city and, if like me you don’t mind a little bit of liquid indulgence, jugs!

Recently re-visited the Watto with my little fire cracker of a wing-man. Now, the plan was Saturday afternoon, late lunch, few beverages, bit of sun and home at a respectable hour in a respectable state. Epic fail. Well, we got most of it acheived. Actually, we got all of it acheived except the respectable state bit. Unless of course you consider swinging from the hand rails on the bus and singing like idiots to be a respectable state.

Now where was I? Oh yes, the Watsons Bay Hotel. Epic. What better way to enjoy a sunny Sydney Saturday afternoon than with a Jug of Pimms? Let’s just reflect on the Pimms for a minute. Absolute kudos to the lovely bartender who made our multiple jugs of Pimms especially special. The whole shebang.. cucumber, strawberries, lemon, lime, lots of ice, ginger ale and a good old hearty helping of Pimms. It was pimping.. pardon the pun.

And the food you ask? Well no complaints there. HUGE helpings. I could only manage half my steak sandwich.. and I’m not one of those “I’ll just have a salad” girls.. I love a good steak sanga. ‘Twas delicious and love the fact that, when taking my order, they asked how I would like my steak cooked.. now that doesn’t often happen with a steak sandwich and indicates two things.. firstly, that the meat in your sandwich is not going to be reminiscent of a piece of old cardboard and, secondly, that the kitchen staff and the establishment actually understand the chronic importance of one’s personal preference when it comes to steak. Me? Medium rare thanks.

My compadre had a Mexican chicken burger, also ridiculously huge, which also received rave reviews. Both were topped off with a very generous serving of deliciously devilish battered chips.. holy crap they are tasty.

Must admit, the whole atmosphere of the Watto is very laid back – and an interesting mix of people – families, bucks days, tourists, girls just wanna have fun types (not unlike ourselves), oldies, littlies, people off the ferry, boaties swimming in for a feed and a beer.. It’s pretty sweet. Wait.. wait.. wait.. I’m forgetting someone here.. Ah yes. The freaking seagulls. I don’t know whose idea it was to invent seagulls but I think you really f***** up there. I mean – what purpose do they serve but to be, well, nothing short of $%#!&)&@$!. They are a little rife up at the Watto, probably due to the fact that people that ‘aren’t quite all there’ if you get my drift, think it’s fun to feed them. I took the liberty of throwing my thong (that’s the shoe, not my underpants) at one and some animal rights libertist had a go at me. Well sorry lady but unless the seagull coughs up the cash that I forked out to go halves with me in my steak sandwich and chips then quite frankly, you can both f-off.

Go there. Do it. Get a bus (swinging from rails and dancing in the aisles optional) or a boat (if your lucky enough) or a ferry and make an afternoon of it – it’s well worth it. 

RS x