Peter C.
Yelp
Catalina's the restaurant version of a high-priced call girl. No sloppy seconds or dilettantes here, my friends. She knows what she's doing, and is yours for as long as you want. Expect to pay dearly for the privilege, but you are practically guaranteed a good time.
Our brief time together was magical. Food ranged from good to excellent. We started with the sourdough, which they make in house. It wasn't all that sour (if you are from SF you will be disappointed), but still quite good for free restaurant bread. For an entree, I ordered the poached marron tail with orange, aioli and seasonal vegetables ($36). Perhaps the only disappointment of my meal, the marron tail was not cleaned properly and was a bit flavorless. The aioli made little sense and would have paired better with seafood that was battered and fried (see ARIA's version). The vegetables were fresh but a bit bland.
The fettuccine nero with lobster, tomatoes and chilli-infused lobster oil ($52) made up for the disappointing entree, though. This dish is amazeballs. The squid-ink fettuccine appeared to be house-made, and was prepared perfectly al dente. The chilli-infused lobster oil (how is this made?!) rocked, giving the entire dish a fun kick. Spiny lobster isn't my favorite (the texture's a bit off-putting), but I still sucked those pieces up like a Hoover vacuum. Yes, my call-girl experience included sucking, and I am not ashamed to admit it.
For dessert, I had the caramelized fig with bitter caramel mousse, brik pastry and sugarered pistachio ($20). It also came with some candy floss on top. This was a great dessert. The brik pastry was insanely crunchy, despite having a moist caramel mousse filling. It gave great textural contrast. The figs were caramelized creme-brulee style, which might have been gilding the lily since it made them insanely sweet. Overall, a very successful dessert, albeit very rich and hard to finish.
Drinks were very good, as well. I tried a mocktail, the Apple Pillar ($12), which had apple juice, mint and ginger beer. Very refreshing, and not overly sweet. Cappuccino was (bleh), but with Vittoria beans what can you expect?
Service was great, too. Our Goldilocks waitress was just attentive enough, offering us refills of bread when appropriate and accommodating our request to take our party outside after we were finished with our meal. With that view, um hello?? Someone was dedicated specifically to keeping track of and pouring the alcohol, a good call given it can get a bit confusing with that many tables. The setup's a bit loud; the restaurant has a single, white dining room with no natural or artificial sound absorbers, so you hear everything, including the obnoxious diners halfway across the room who've had a few too many cocktails. A lunch visit, while recommended for the view, is not all that intimate.
Catalina, I have to say I quite loved you based on my one visit. Little did I know that everyone else loves you, too. Sydney's high-flying crowds piled in all afternoon -- by ferry, by plane, by limo (yes, it's the only restaurant I know of that permits access via land, air, and sea). Like with a call girl, it makes me just a bit jealous to confront the reality that I have to share.