When the waitress brought a platter of lemon and lime slices to add to our water, I knew I was in good hands at Fiddlesticks.
It was a tiny touch but symptomatic of the care lavished on the food at this inner-city eatery across from the Art Gallery.
I had been initially underwhelmed by the menu, which at first glance seemed a bit ho-hum. The mains included the ubiquitous staples: steaks, check; Akaroa salmon, check; pork belly, check. Even the one pasta dish – pappardelle with beef cheek – was familiar from a couple of other inner-city fine dining joints.