THE ROSEMOUNT, North Perth
by STEPHEN POLLOCK:
Sunday lunch at The Rosemount is the dining equivalent of Status Quo—a three-chord onslaught of burgers, nachos, pizzas and steaks.
The kind of menu that makes your brain purr and your heart scamper into the corner, pleading for a vat of krill oil.
With ‘er indoors busy watching the 3D director’s cut of Anne of Green Gables, I was joined at the North Perth hotel for some man time by fellow Voice journo David Bell.
Belly ordered the beef nachos ($13.50) while I went for the chicken burger ($13.50)—no julienne shallots nor foie gras here.
Back in the 1990s
For a few minutes, given the cheap prices, Belly and I thought we were back in the 1990s—no lunch dish was over $13.50 and they did an Aussie fry-up for $10.
Thankfully, Belly did not resurrect his Gloria Estefan impersonation.
Sitting in the courtyard, just shy of Angove Street, there was a nice bustle as patrons from the street festival took refuge from April’s record temperatures.
Hotel management is in the process of extending the outdoor area and from our seats we could see spy a tall Greek-style portico looming over the alfresco.
After only a few minutes, a beardy waiter popped the food onto our table.
Given the price and quick service we were somewhat sceptical about the incoming quality but the Rosemount delivered.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a pub meal under $20,” Belly sighed happily.
“Some ordinary bars these days even have the cheek to charge $30+ for a pretty average full breakfast or squid ring platter.
“I doubt the ingredients were the most exclusive gourmet, free-range, all-organic, boutique produce grown on a three-square metre farm in Nimbin by two barefoot longhairs, but for $13.50 the nachos were pretty good—big chunks of beef, bitey jalapenos scattered about, hot sauce with a fair kick, and a generous meal size.
“On par with a certain Fremantle pub that charges an extra $10 for a near-identical meal.”
As a spindly troubadour strummed his guitar in the corner, I was tucking into my chicken burger.
The 150g chicken slab had been prepared in delicious marinade and was extremely addictive.
The buns—so often stale bookends—were gossamer light and nicely toasted.
Crowning the chicken was a medley of lettuce, tomato, cheddar cheese and onion—just the right amount which didn’t slop out the sides when biting into the bun.
Accompanying the chook was a tasty portion of thick-cut chips, accompanied by aioli and tomato relish.
Lunch at the Rosemount is a three chord gem—I’m sure Francis Rossi from the Quo would love his $10 fry-up.
The Rosemount Hotel
459 Fitzgerald St, North Perth