Last weekend on our way to Brisbane for another party (can someone please invite me to a party in my own State?!), Andrew and I realised that it was the thirteenth anniversary of our first date. We decided that we would go back to the site of the original date restaurant and eat a meal there, no matter what sort of restaurant now occupied that space. I had terrible thoughts of being forced to eat McDonalds or some other crap and was a bit reluctant to make that pact. As it turned out, our hotel was just a hop, skip and a jump away from the restaurant…and good news…it was a lovely looking Spanish restaurant called Ortigas. Hooray for good food! It wasn’t open for lunch so we had to give up on plans for a late lunch and instead squeeze in a bit of an early dinner before the party. Worked out well that the bar offered tapas…just perfect for an early bite to eat. We ordered a couple of their charcuterie platters – the one in the front of the photo is jamon of three different ages – 12, 24 and 36 months. The 24 was my favourite. The platter toward the back of the photo is their house cured chorizo, coppa, salami and pate. Very nice, but a lot of meat! We also had some nice potatoes, olives etc. All washed down with a glass of cold, dry Spanish sherry. Very nice indeed. The staff were friendly, the food was good, and the wine list was also good. The guy behind the bar brought over some really lovely sherry for us to try that they cannot sell because it is made in tiny quantities by a family in Spain, and given to them by their wine importer. It made us reflect yet again at how fantastic the service is in restaurants in Melbourne and Brisbane, and in contrast how awful it is in Sydney.