Where Trav discovers a need for a GPS
Monday, November 13th, 2006Last week Ange and I had a mildly adventurous road trip out to the Yarra Valley. As is customary for our little jaunts, Ange had printed off whereis.com.au's street-by-street directions for getting from her place to our destination: Yering Station.
It was when we ended up driving down a long dirt track, jammed into divots cut deep by the tyres of Christmas past, that we began to question the accuracy of the directions. It was once we hit the halfway mark and we saw a "No Thru Road" sign that our suspicions were realised.
After doing a u-turn at the end of the road, and somebody's frontyard, we eventually got back on the main road and used a bit of guesswork to get to the winery. At a t-intersection we had a 50% chance of choosing the right direction. Of course we chose the wrong one.
Once we got to Yering Station we had a great time. The wine was fresh, the food was fantastic and so were the views. Food wise we started with a shared plate consisting of braised lamb chops sitting on finely chopped chorizo with a lemon and thyme foam. The main for me was three small tubes of kangaroo fillet wrapped in pancetta, sharing the plate with small wheels of eggplant zalouk and potato fondant. The potato was a bit too firm and crisp for me; I prefer mine soft to the touch. I can't fault the kangaroo though. Lightly cooked so it still held a deep red colour and so juicy the knife melted through it.
Ange chose the ocean trout fillet. There's not a lot I can say about it, so I'll let their menu describe it:
ocean trout fillet, pithiviers of goats cheese and capsicum relish, almond, raisin and balsamic reduction
I did try a piece of it and found it to be quite tasty. Not too dry but not drenched in liquids either. As an aside: Yes, I am aware I suck at describing fish, but bear with me, I’m new at this seafood thing. We also shared a bowl of herb potatoes which were nice, and which you can see in the photo above.
I washed by meal down with a glass of their Cabernet Sauvignon. Ange chose a glass of their sweeter Sauvignon Blanc.
Once we were stuffed from lunch we wandered down to the tasting house and I snapped a few more photos while Ange tried some of the wines on display. And, after a small mix up involving her credit card, we loaded the car with five bottles of their finest wares and headed back home.







