Decadent Sunday nibbles at Pollux

ACDC have just steamrolled through town, leaving a trail of unshaven and slightly dazed looking bogans, loose in the city. It’s almost a bonus that the rain is falling, keeping the streets relatively clear of the black-shirted brigade that had been flooding into the capital over the last few days.

But Sunday’s mission remains the same for us. Eat, drink, and make the most of what little weekend is left while we can. Today, Pollux is our chosen destination, with a cosy atmosphere that provides welcome retreat from the wet and miserable world outside.

We’re greeted with a cheeky grin worn by Pollx’s green haired owner, who apologizes profusely for the remnants of a party being cleared from the night before. No need for that, as I’d heard that Pollux parties go off like a neutron bomb in a crayola crayon factory, ending up a vibrant spectacle even on the quietest of nights.

Pollux specialise in decadent nibbles and treats, so the menu holds many a temptation for hungry and sand-paper mouthed customers such as us. Their cupcakes are always good, and the chocolate fondue fountain sounded freakin’ amazing, but the weather definitely called for something more savoury, this time around.

A mixed platter is the final choice, accompanied by some fine wine in the form of a sweet-tasting Fallen Angel Reisling.

Our plate comes out with a selection of goodies at the ready. There are mini meatballs, little pastry-coated mince puffs, corn nuggets, mini spring rolls and a bunch of freaky-looking prawn twisters for our taste-buds to savour.

We use little prongs to select our tasty victims and dip them in their respective sauces. The mini-meatballs are good, as are the spring rolls, but those strange looking prawn twisters are absolutely delicious.

An hour rolls by as we languidly devour the food, then another as we embark on round number two of our wines.

Pretty soon the sun is peeking through the clouds, so we reluctantly take our leave, moving slowly with a warm glow emanating from our stomachs, holding us in good stead until Monday arrives in just a few hours.

But… by then it wil be just 6 days until next Sunday, and I think that chocolate fondue fountain will be calling.

-Darren