Returning to the place you grew up to find it all glammed up is a strange thing. Manly – where I grew up – has suddenly turned trendy, filling up with the sister bars and restaurants of cool, expensive city haunts. Hugos is one of these restaurants/ bars.
What made the whole experience even stranger (and funnier) is that I went there with my dad. But to be honest, I couldn’t justify ordering anything other than thier pizza if I wasn’t with him. Yes, that’s cool and cashed up I am.
Just to make sure you know how seriously cool Hugos is, they don’t take bookings past midday. “Ahh, I’ll take midday then,” I said, trying to sound not bothered.
I was so excited about dessert that I just had a starter. And dessert didn’t dissapoint. Coming out looking like a chocolate conch shell on a square of sparkly, toffee and pistachio covered mousse, it looked like something to be admired rather than eaten. The combination was perfect – sweet but not overwhelmingly rich. Shame you need to be to eat here on a regular basis.
Dessert rating: eight out of ten.
