Tortillas Take Flight

In January, N. and I made a first visit to the Flying Fajita Sister. I think I remember giving it a good, but ever so slightly qualified rap. As of tonight, my praise is no longer qualified. N., D.M. and I visited for dinner  - started with the same excellent trio of dips and fresh cooked corn chips and then ordered a variety of mains. D.M. went with the chimichangas, N. had a burrito and I had Flying Fajitas (chicken). We all had enough to handle without too much swapping of food, so let me tell you about the fajitas. The tortillas were served in a special tortilla box, there was a metal pan of sizzling, char-grilled chicken strips (very generous quantity) with onion and capsicum and then a rather gorgeous tray of little compartments filled with various things: black beans, mexican rice, guacamole, crema, chillies, hot sauce, pineapple (hmmm) and greens. Oh, and cheese of course. I then proceeded to play with my food until I couldn't possibly eat any more without bursting. I felt so happy and content that my feet kept tapping out an impromptu happy dance on the tiles under the table. The restaurant is such a pleasant space: brushed out, bright colours, tiles, waitresses in brightly coloured, surprisingly flattering embroidered smocks, whimsical sketches on the menu. Although we were all too full to move we decided, having seen it arrive at another table, that we needed to try the Mexican bread and butter pudding. This is a prince amongst puddings - thick, rich custard, chunks of chocolate, handfuls of cashews and pecans and macadamias and cinnamon and creme Anglaise. Just about right between three if you want to be full enough to bounce when you walk into walls afterwards. The proof of the restaurant's virtue was not just in the pudding (dad joke alert), but also in the fact that it was booked out with a vast crowd. Did I mention the strawberry and white wine sangria by the way? Very good  - suspiciously strong. And dinner with appetisers, mains, dessert, too much food to eat and a litre of alcohol came to just over a hundred dollars. Fly on over when you get the chance - when they've finished gussying Glebe Point Road up it should be even better.