On the weekend we visited a new tourist attraction in the Barossa Valley. A Chocolate AND Wine factory. How good is that. It’s brand spanking new, only been open for 3 months. Even though the weather was cold, overcast, drizzly, the place was humming with life. We despaired of finding a park, but the parking angels were with us and we got one almost at the entrance.
Inside was mindblowing. A sensory overload. It was almost like walking into Willy Wonkaland. Seven chocolatiers are employed to create what, at present, is a humble 250 odd different products made from dark, milk, white and ruby chocolate.
Ruby chocolate is an interesting, newish development in the world of chocolate. Introduced in 2017 by Barry Callebaut, a Belgian-Swiss cocoa company, it was in development since 2004. Unveiled at a private event in Shanghai on 5 September 2017 it is made from a ruby cocoa bean.
Having left home without breakfast we were ready for a bite to eat. Despairing of getting a table in an overcrowded cafe, the eating faerie came to our rescue this time. We managed to grab a newly vacated table. Lunch was delicious. My sister and I shared a plate of lamb shoulder followed by a couple of slices of cake. Himself was not in a sharing mood. I can’t remember what he had.
This time, we did not book in for the chocolate and wine tasting experience. I will be back. Guaranteed.
Yesterday we ventured to the other end of town, wending our way down to Aldinga. We have tried many times to go to a restaurant called Star of Greece. Our lack of forward planning meant there was never a table available when we wanted it. This time, we actually booked. Duh…
Situated right on the edge of a cliff, it overlooks the sea. It’s renowned for its seafood and local produce. The restaurant has been named after a famous seawreck in the area on the 13th July 1888. We lunched on the 10th, so almost an anniversary date. The ship perished in a violent storm only 200 metres off shore in the middle of the night. Broken in two, it was not noticed until 7.20am by a young lad going for a walk.
A series of mishaps prevented a rescue effort from being mounted until 4 pm that afternoon. Locals helped those who managed to make it to shore, watching helplessly as others fell into the sea, exhausted from clinging to the rigging, or drowned in the mountaineous seas as they tried to swin to shore. It is estimated that up to 18 people perished. Parts of the wreck can still be seen from the shore at low tide.
Interestingly, yesterday was a very stormy day here too. We watched the wind whipping up the waves as we ate a sumptuous lunch. Between us we had flathead, prawns, trout tartare, King George whiting, pork belly, kangaroo. And the obligatory shared desert. Himself, again, was not into sharing.
Rain lashed the decking and windows, making it impossible to take photographs. Outside, we were buffetted by winds that grew increasingly stronger as the day progressed.
Appreciate the good things in life