Peter G.
Google
A confusing mix of great value, strict rules, and a trip back to the 80s.
Walking into The Boathouse felt like walking into a list of rules rather than a restaurant. Before we were even seated, we were told what the venue doesn't offer, faced a velvet rope, and read a menu shouting "No substitutions, No split bills, No vegan options." It sets a strangely defensive tone for a hospitality venue.
Once seated, we noticed the time capsule effect. The waiters are in bow ties and the speakers are blasting Richard Clayderman. It felt like 1985 called and wanted its ambiance back. A smart-casual look would be much more fitting for Daylesford. And please get someone skilled to curate a contemporary playlist.
That said, the actual service was flawless. Our waiter was skilled and attentive. The food, however, was a rollercoaster. The pâté was world-class, but the steak was a letdown. The menu pretentiously states they only cook steak medium-rare, yet they served mine medium-well. The vegetables were overworked and the cheesecake was forgettable.
For $228 (3 courses for 2), the bill was a pleasant surprise. If they dropped the "No" attitude and the elevator music, I’d be back in a heartbeat.
