Cotton Duck
When Spence & Lyda first opened, we were on Holt Street, Surry Hills. One day early on, I was alerted to the peeping of what sounded like a duckling outside. Confused, I walked out onto the street searching for the source of the sound. To my great surprise a duckling literally fell out of the sky, almost into my arms. My daughter Marlo was only about 9 months old so the maternal thing was running high. In a panic for these little babies I gathered then in my arms and ventured in to building from whence they had apparently fallen only to be told once I had reached the 6th floor, that it was a common occurrence as there was a water cooler pond up there… computers with reeds and the lot.
So last night I visited Jared Ingersoll of Danks Street Depot’s new restaurant Cotton Duck for dinner, only to be told this was the origin of the name! I know I am late, coming to this restaurant but I am glad I did. The meal was spectacular, clear winners were the pork belly (surprise surprise) and the blue swimmer cannelloni. Also, I never have desserts but was persuaded this time around….yum.
