Hello Please — Restaurant in Brisbane City

Ah, where do I even begin with this diabolical dining experience? Allow me to regale you with a tale of culinary calamity at the illustriously pretentious establishment known as "hello goodbye."

BTW this was very expensive over $100 for 1 x main 1 x salad (smaller than a joke salad) 1 x Entree invisible to the human eye

As my party of three waltzed into this den of decadence, we were greeted with all the pomp and circumstance one would expect from a place where arrogance is the main course. Our expectations soared higher than a peacock on stilts, only to be dashed upon the rocks of disappointment.

Firstly, let's discuss the shellfish pippis. Oh, how they teased us with promises of briny delight! Yet, as we cracked open those bivalve bastions of betrayal, what did we find? Sand! Yes, dear diners, it seems the kitchen staff mistook our mollusks for beachfront real estate. One bite, and I swear I could hear the faint echoes of seagulls mocking our misfortune.

And don't even get me started on the salad. One would assume that in a restaurant of such purported refinement, the delicate balance of flavors would be a culinary symphony. Alas, what we received was akin to a dressing tsunami drowning any hope of tasting the greens beneath. It was as if the chef had mistaken a salad bowl for a baptismal font, drenching our hopes in a sea of Praise mayonnaise .

But perhaps the crowning atrocity of the evening was the smoked tofu. Now, I've had tofu before, and while it's never been a highlight of my culinary adventures, I've never encountered a rendition so utterly devoid of charm. This smoked abomination managed to make tofu taste worse than... well, tofu! It was as though the kitchen had summoned the darkest forces of gastronomic sorcery to render this humble soybean into a foul concoction that would make even the most committed vegetarian question their life choices.

In conclusion, dear readers, if you find yourself tempted by the siren song of "Jello Goodbye" I implore you: resist! Save yourselves from the culinary purgatory that awaits within those hallowed halls. For in the realm of fine dining, there are gems to be found, but alas, this establishment is but a cubic zirconia in a sea of culinary...

I don’t usually write google reviews but this one takes the cake. Do not eat here. It is overrated and over priced. First off was a tiny ball of prawn toast for $7 each. Over priced. Second was 7x 2mm thick slithers of cucumber for $14. Ridiculous. 3rd was a squid salad which had a dressing drowned in Mayo/creaminess, way too salty and no spice. Not very Asian at all. The squid looked like it had come out of a freezer pack. 4th was the worst - the “crispy” (wasn’t crispy) eggplant. There wasn’t anything Asian about this dish either. The wrapping was so western: something like a sausage roll or beef Wellington pastry. Further, the side sauce tasted like pure sour cream from the pack. Again, nothing Asian flavoured about it. The dish was so over salted it left us drowning ourself in water. The middle of the eggplant was flavourless and there was way too much surface area of eggplant without any “crispy” (which wasn’t even crispy). Again, this dish was in its high $20’s and way too over priced. To say we were disappointed is an understatement. The last round of dishes didn’t get any better. The pork Bahn mi was not authentic at all as it wasn’t on a baguette roll but on a sweeter milk roll. What a disappointment. This should be clarified on the menu or else I wouldn’t have ordered it. Lastly, the butterfly prawn at $16 EACH. What an absolute joke. These are usually $8 each at this level of restaurant. I would stretch to even $12 each and be alright. But $16 each. No way. Appalling. I felt like my pants were being pulled down. I would like to wrap this up by saying if you are going to charge those prices THEN your service and dining experience MUST match up to those prices! The waiter should introduce themselves, service shouldn’t be rushed, the dish should be explained, rapport with the waiter should be built, Etc. however the prices didn’t match up to the level of fine dining it should have been. Thus, the pricing should lower to match the more casual/fine street food atmosphere the restaurant is going for. I will not be returning and...

We dined at 5:30pm on a Friday evening, as we were attending a show at QPAC.

On that note, the staff were very accommodating from the booking inwards, communicating with us to ensure that we were finished on time for the show. This continued all the way through the experience, with us greeted warmly upon arrival. We were seated comfortably in a smallish, but very attractive atmosphere.

Our order was taken promptly and staff members looked after our every need, filling glasses and checking in regularly.

The offerings of the menu and the beverage list were intriguing, balanced to include all tastes and desires.

The food was nothing short of stunning.

The fort aged comte spring rolls with honey were crispy and the cheese filling was subtle, but then the sauce kicked in, adding a sublime layer of heat and tang,

The bay lobster dumplings - yes, you read that right - were as I expected - and more. The dumplings, cooked to perfection, complimented the generous serving of lobster. Again, the sauce lifted it to even greater heights, leaving a lingering tickle in my mouth.

The bbq tiger prawns were large, served with spring onion kimchi. I looked at them and expected something special, but this was eclipsed by the depth of flavours, the kimchi serving as the perfect counterpoint to the bbq flavours. I unashamedly sucked the head in a restaurant, such was the allure of this dish.

The bbq half chicken was 3 pieces of exquisite chicken, served in the most amazing satay sauce. The chicken was soft and delicious, with the right amount of crispy skin.

I was cynical about the fried kipfler potatoes - they’re potatoes, right? Wrong! They are surprise packets of awesomeness. Firm under the knife, with an enticing spectrum of salty flavours, these beasts had a surprising crunch when eaten. The kumbu butter included walnuts and this lifted this dish into what could be described as pornography.

This experience was like the best sex of your life - each moment added to the next, ending with a totally satisfying surrender and climax.

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