Around every corner in Christchurch, a new building seems to have appeared out of thin air, in the place of an empty lot, that used to be some other building before it was an empty lot (It’s a good thing, I’m excited. YAY for earthquake recovery!) So, seeing as food and good company are two of my most favourite things, I’ve decided to do a series of reviews on recently opened restaurants in Christchurch. Review no1 is Orleans, 89 Lichfield Street. Before I begin, I must share a piece of vital information with you: I work in hospitality. Now, this is significant info because my inner villainess more often notices things non-hospitality folk are blinded to however; my criticism is justified as with absolute confidence I can say, I know my shit.
burnt broccoli & kale
Nola apple pie
I tried everything except the Chicken waffle (pictured above) and I can honestly say it was all rather tasty. I mean, fries are fries, (personally, I prefer the curly fries from C1), my friend Ryan said the chicken waffle was “delicious”, the burnt broccoli and kale was good (a little too salty for my liking but thats probably because salt is a big no-no in my household) and last but not least my favourite was the apple pie! Although a bit on the small side, the single pie slice was filled with an abundance of superbly spice-balanced apples which went perfectly well with the simple vanilla ice cream. Comfort food at it’s best, I don’t know why I didn’t take some away to enjoy at 3am in my lonely bed… Oh that’s right, because I accidently ate the whole thing (sorry Ryan).
The drink menu was extensive. I always get excited when there are more options than your regular juice and soda under the non-alcoholic section. I thought I’d try root beer for the first time, I blame Ryan, he said it was similar to ginger beer. Unfortunately, it tasted like medicine so I asked for an iced tea instead which was delicious (of course I paid for the root beer anyway, there’s nothing more annoying than the customer that simply doesn’t want to pay for something because they don’t like the taste of it – not because there’s something wrong with it)
According to a wee search on neatplaces.co.nz; most of the decor at Orleans is “salvaged from an old house on Worcester Street – the venue’s architect having made the call to deconstruct the house after hearing a woman speak of her sadness at its marking for demolition on the plane”. Quite cute, rather sentimental; the atmosphere was relaxed, the venue was warm and the music was loud (good loud!).
Lastly, our waiter laughed at me when I said I was vegetarian. Yep, that’s what I want to end on.