Nick Dent warms – and warms – to Woolloomooloo’s Salon Blanc.

Any one of the 10 trendy restaurants of Finger Wharf is a great place to be in summer, enjoying the views of beautiful people, their yachts on the water, and the sun setting over the Sydney skyline. But my alter ego, the Wicked Witch of the West, has one slight quibble...

Unlike my predecessor on this page, the lovely Myffy Rigby, I have no claims toward being a food expert, a gourmet, or even a cook. I’m just a writer who eats out a lot, and won’t shut up about it. So I’m not offering a best-of list; it merely represents a few good value highlights from within my own limited scope...

Nick Dent says si, si to some fresh Mexican grill.

I can’t hear the word ‘taco’ without smirking. I blame that episode of South Park in which Cartman’s hand turns into Jennifer Lopez and sings offensive Latina-pop about “taco-flavoured kisses”. “I love you Ben Affleck,” the Lopez-puppet screeches. “You almost make me forget about… tacos!” Actually, tacos are pretty laughable things...