Mr Jones & Me Restaurant — Restaurant in Noosaville

Nice atmosphere. Not too fussy and not too casual. Cool and breezy with big doors, open windows and high ceilings. Staff were really excellent, could not be faulted. Obviously well trained but they also seem to take pride in offering great service. Service was quick although we had the 5:30pm sitting so lots of staff without many guests. Might be different later in the night. Nice menu with lots of options that I would have been happy to select. Not so much seafood, which I thought was a little unusual for Noosa but that was fine with us as we had fresh seafood the previous day. Entres and main were good size and we didnt have room for dessert afterwards. Drinks list was considerably shorter than many other restaurants and there might be quite a few items that are unfamiliar but there were 3-4 choices in the range for each French varietal. We were able to find something enjoyable (a beer and 3 glasses of wine).We had baked Camembert (honey and plenty of toasted sourdough) and pumpkin arancini balls. Both nice. For mains seafood pasta and (the special) salmon crusted with sesame seeds. The pasta was a large serve with lots of fresh seafood. Little oil or sauce so quite fresh letting the natural seafood flavours shine, although it was quite chilli hot so you need to be happy with that. The salmon was a little disappointing. It was described as being still soft/jelly in the middle although that wasn’t the case. I believe that it was baked and in my experience that saps some of the flavour when its cooked right through. I much prefer it to be crisp with caramelised flavours on the outside with the middle mostly jelly like which gives a combination of different flavours. overall overall it was a lovely dinner and we will definitely go back....

Cute and bubbly waitress Kate appeared just ripe for the little game I like to play whenever I decide to indulge in desserts.

She came to clean up the table after one of the best steaks I’ve had in a long time, she then calculated a few minutes of strategic absence before reappearing with a dessert menu. It went like this:

“Could I interest you in some dessert this evening?”

Asking an overweight man in his mid sixties if he wants dessert after a great meal represents to me the ultimate expression of indulgence.

“Well” I said, “if you were really decadent, which one would you order Kate?”

Her answer came flowing spontaneously. She had a barely noticeable smug on her face, almost like she’d been hoping for a customer to finally ask her this central, most important and crucial question: “the “slice of summer” is my personal favourite” Kate said.

She went on to describe it in details but she had me the second she pronounced the word meringue. The “slice of summer” on Mr Jones & Me’s menu is truly superb. It’s a kind of meringue sandwich with ice cream and red fruit coulis, with little islands of fine cream all around, the whole creation sprinkled with edible small flowers.

Decadence guaranteed.

It’s the type of treat you’d beg for if, facing a firing squad, they’d ask you if you had one last wish before dying. Not ordering one after a Mr Jones & Me excellent meal would be a crime of biblical proportions.

These two years of Covid (artificially exaggerated) madness have taken a toll on our beautiful country and its beautiful people. Time to pamper ourselves with superior culinary creations.

Bring on a “slice of summer” any day of the week and twice on Sundays.

And have...

Ordered the quinoa, rocket and chickpea salad. When it came it had no chickpeas. I was with a big group so to be discreet I went up to the hatch to talk to the server and chef. I clarified that the salad was supposed to have chickpeas to which they replied yes. I said there were none in my salad. The chef said oh, I blended them. I said what? There were no blended chickpeas. He said he’d puréed them. Again. No puréed chickpeas. Eventually our server said actually we have no chickpeas. The chef lied. I said I’d chosen the dish specifically for the protein from the chickpeas. She said oh, there aren’t usually that many chickpeas anyway but I can give you some nuts instead. By this time I was over it and just said, whatever. She came to the table and offered me either the tablespoon of nuts or a different meal. I took the nuts as I didn’t want make a fuss in front of my 16 friends or delay them eating . However, why didn’t they tell me when I ordered the salad that there were no chickpeas. I’d have ordered something different. When I went to pay my bill I discovered they had decided to give me the “staff discount” of 20% on the $28 bowl of mainly quinoa. I would much rather they had been up front with me instead of me having to face the lying chef!...