I don’t know about you, but I like to spoon. But Spooning Goats? Well, I’m not so sure. Armed with an open mind, I entered the lair of these goats who like to spoon. Luckily this is one of the few basement level bars in the CBD that I can find without a compass and a lucky crystal, and upon entering I’m greeted with '70s style wallpaper and oh-so-comfortable '80s style couches. These are the kind of couches that you can slide into and not want to move from again until closing time.
There is table service from bartenders who are amazingly attentive, plenty of local beers, and a well-priced, compact list of wine. The raspberry version of the Pisco Sour that was whipped up for me ($15.50) was a frothy bright pink, egg white bomb of lemony and raspberry goodness, with the French Martini ($15.50) also hitting the spot.
And then there are the pies. Oh the pies. The lamb, pumpkin and feta and Moroccan spiced chicken with sweet potato are two highlights (both $7), as are the choices of chutneys served on top, including tamarind. With the pies served in bowls with souvenir teaspoons, alongside mismatched glasses, with ‘recent retro’ music (think Radiohead, Dido and Oasis) and Atari in the corner, I feel like I’m at my funky Granny’s house being served alcohol. The lights could be a little dimmer, but that’s my only complaint.
Jason Newton has created my kind of bar, even if he has nicked his granny’s teaspoon collection and has a thing for goats.