Flinders Hotel

Cnr. Cook and Wood Streets, Flinders
Phone: (03) 5989 0201

It being the tailing night of a long weekend, a lot of restaurants were disappointingly closed in the Mornington Peninsula. We had been recommended to try the Long Table, or La Petanque, but neither were open. So seeing as we were staying in Cape Schanck, we headed over to nearby Flinders, for a little pub fare. The place has a strangely modern decor, with a feel not unlike the airy sterility of those made-over McDonald’s restaurants. Still, let’s not hold that against them.

Mr N had the open souvlaki, which looked rather good, if a little lacking in garlic sauce. Still, I shouldn’t be complaining about that! Lack of garlic sauce equals lack of garlic breath! I tried a little of the lamb; it was well seasoned, and still tender and juicy.

I had a hankering for fish and chips, so I ordered the fisherman’s basket. The quality of the seafood was quite good, though the calamari was a little over-cooked. The fish was superb, however, and I must give them points for crinkle-cut chips. My main problem with the meal was that everything as salted. I understand salting the chips, but the scallop? The calamari? The PRAWNS!? It was rather off-putting. Thankfully, we had a bottle of delicious Tuck’s Ridge Shiraz (which we had earlier been told of at the cellar door, but denied a tasting of due to the cellar door having sold out of it) to help wash away the salt.

I would say this wine was the highlight of the meal, but then I would be lying. The highlight was the triple-layered chocolate indulgence mousse. White chocolate mousse on top of milk chocolate mousse, on a dark chocolate cake base. And yes, that’s some sort of chocolate syrup and condensed milk feathering around the sides, and spatterings of cocoa at the corners. We barely finished this between the two of us. It was THAT rich.

While Flinders Hotel is probably not up there with some of the fine dining establishments in the area, it does serve up some decent pub fare. I’d like to hope the over-salting was an abberrance, an unfortunate accent to an otherwise pleasant experience.