Cello's Restaurant - Castlereagh Boutique Hotel

Just like the people, they should never judge a book through its cover. while the hotel contaminates the charm of the old world, it does not eat here. my friend and I ordered a soy capuccino and a ski shallow white to start. while my friends were drinkable, I wasn't. the odour that came out of the cup would only rival a tradie armpit on a closing day. two sips later and with my pacious bell at me to stop the torture, I put the kelch as the act of ease. Unfortunately, the pain was to continue. my friend and I had ordered the vol- au-Vent filled spinat, rührei, smoked salmon and hollandaise. the time of death should have been called upon this court before leaving the kitchen. apart from the loading bought Vol-au-vent cases, the rührei were so blande, a cardiologist date is now required on the cards due to the amount of salt to revive every last vestige of the taste that has hidden in it. the smoked salmon was the only salty morsel on this plate. unnecessary to say, the hollandaise was the hardest work ingredient in the dish, tries desperately to pardon and cover a lot of sins at once (dry falling, blandez). the horror continued when the time came to pay the bill. the waitress/Koch/Gierin asked how the breakfast was. I haven't been great and my friend disappointed. it was as if nothing had been said at all. nada recognition of what has been said, only the bill amount and a question of cash or card offered as a response. as anything else in life if they do not want to know the answer, they do not ask the question. or in this case they ask the question and ignore the answer. play on. to say of course if you want to enjoy the old world charm of a Jateryear-Period hotel with food cooked from this time and taste buds for them (Di)pleasure, treat them in cellos. Just make sure they bud their taste a respectful farewell.

We went there for a romantic Valentine's Day dinner. I wouldn't let my time go. the dining room is beautiful, but eating leaves much to be desired!

His almost christmas and not a single other patron saint in itself, as we sat quite unhappy in an environment that seems to be newly completed, but still retains the boring, sad very boring style of a bygone ära. you can smell almost the weak parfums of lavender that suits this style of the place. eating came quite late, and you can only assume that it wasn't because the place was packed. a menu that sent the place was the UN-inspiring collection of bits of that which cheerfully burst to a table with the desire to flee back to the 21st century that we did with great power

Just like the people, they should never judge a book through its cover. while the hotel contaminates the charm of the old world, it does not eat here. my friend and I ordered a soy capuccino and a ski shallow white to start. while my friends were drinking, I wasn't. the odour that came out of the cup would only rival a tradie armpit at a 40 degree day. two sips later and with my pacious bell at me to stop the torture, I put the kelch as the act of ease. Unfortunately, the pain was to continue. my friend and I had ordered the vol- au-Vent filled spinat, rührei, smoked salmon and hollandaise. the time of death should have been called upon this court before leaving the kitchen. Putting...read more

Old world charm meets mouth water eating, with a live piano player to boot. compliments to the chef when the duck was the best I ever had. the glaze was the first advice and it was so fall-off-the-bonus tender that everything I needed was a fork to swallow the vogel.