We started off with three glasses of the Cuvee Brut Rosé (which our waitress, Wendy, suggested), which was perfect and almost matched the sky above. Wendy continued to offer excellent advice throughout our meal, winking slyly at me as I gushed as the Cap Classique arrived.
Our starters included two asian venison tartare dishes with a crackly brittle and raw egg and Jürgen had the beetroot trout, which had the correct earthy taste, followed by mains of prawin linguine and one gorgeous grilled line fish (which made David and me envious as Jürgen tucked in). Dessert was a wonderful affair with a mango parfait, a guava soufflé (a first) and a cheese plate that David eagerly devoured. After two espressos and one flat white, it was the end of a perfect evening, in the dimly lit restaurant overlooking the heavy oak barrels that made us sad we did not think about a wine tour.