Café Paci offers a depth of experience that rarely exists in Sydney eateries. Your senses are thrown awry as you step through the door to a bright, fluorescent-lit, narrow corridor, leading to a garish red and grey, block painted stair. I felt like I was being drawn into a communist-style interrogation room.
Where had we come?
On entering the dining space, the lighting softened yet the stark, muted grey palette continued. The only sense of life in the place was the diners and the food on their plates.
Like the space, the menu is deceptively creative, encouraging you to explore flavor and decipher the emotive experience of each bite. The menu is wisely a degustation only, so Chef Pasi Petanen can lead you on a journey where all your sense are engaged.
From the finely dusted. dried raspberry popping in your mouth over a crisp radicchio and velvet smooth duck mousse to the delicate malt, mushroom and pear gelato – your palette is confronted in the best possible way and then swept on to the next high.
And unlike elaborately decorated fine-dining restaurants, the architecture of Café Paci relaxes you and in doing so, allows you to be fully immersed in the culinary experience.
Like a deeply engaging novel, my mind keeps jumping back to that meal when I taste one of those flavours again.
Well done Café Paci and thank you.
Enjoy, savour and devour!