I have a question – Why is French food so expensive in Perth? Just because it’s French doesn’t mean it is worth forking out hundreds of dollars for. You’ll just have to pay even more money later for a heart operation once the fat/butter/cream gets into your arteries. Sure, it’s tasty, but so is Vietnamese and that only costs me $10 from Viet Hoa.
Sunday morning marked le Grand Événement when my boyfriend was supposed to be able to speak French as well as he can speak English. Six months prior, he had made big claims that through learning French via his iPhone and weekly lessons he would be fluent. I said, “No.” He said, “Yes.” I won and am now going to be taken out for dinner as my prize. However, our move to Paris is largely due to me wanting to go there and he is agreeing to come with me and so to thank him for putting in the effort of learning French I took him out for dinner on Saturday.
I searched high and low for a nice French restaurant in Perth that a. wasn’t ridiculously fancy and b. didn’t cost me an entire plane ticket to France. They’re hard to find. I finally settled on La Cascade, a gothic-fronted restaurant located in Chelsea Village on Stirling Highway in Nedlands. I was a little bit concerned because I had read mixed reviews and the exterior of the restaurant didn’t scream “THIS IS A GREAT PLACE TO EAT!” But wow. What a meal! You choose three courses from the longest menu I have ever read for the reasonable price of $65 a head. Of course being French, the main meals are all meat and vegetables are additional, plus water comes in an Evian bottle and not from the tap. But overall definitely worth it. The night we went it was eerily quiet (although the friendly owner assured me it had been flat out the night before) which meant you couldn’t talk very loudly or the other five people in the restaurant would hear you. However it did result in speedy food delivery which is something close to my heart. Want to see what we ate? Prepare yourself for dodgy iPhone photos because I left my camera at home AND it was dark.
Dessert (aka most important part of the meal)
And so we rolled home. Definitely two thumbs up for the French dining experience. I even had the waiter cracking on to me which made me feel like I was back in Paris. Ahh… French men. So forward.