Out with the old, in with the Newstead. A new sweetheart has arrived in Brisbane, and we guarantee it’ll be love at first bite.
Newly-opened Mrs Brown’s Bar & Kitchen strikes an impressive figure on Newstead’s Commercial Road, with the promise of fare cooked up by locals, for locals (or, y’know, just locally-based food comas).
For most of us, convenience is starting to take over quality in the what’s-for-dinner dance. Pfft, why ditch the couch when we can order dinner from a phone, right?
But in addition to ‘a reason to put on pants,’ Mrs Brown’s offers up so much more than your nightly scroll through UberEATS. For one, you won’t have to sit in a cold sweat wondering if your judgy pizza delivery driver is also the one arriving with your donuts.
Secondly, your multi-cuisine feast won’t go cold as you’re fumbling around for a clean fork. Instead, you’ll spend your night sitting in the presence of a handful of wines from the barrel, gins, whiskeys, and a 24-strong tap beer repertoire.
The flavour of the moment? At Mrs Brown’s, there isn’t one: just pick your poison and go nuts. Move over, coastside bug rolls: revolutionary bar flavours include a toasted milk bun topped in golden, beer-battered prawns and a Sriracha mayo. From chicken and cheese spring rolls to paratha tacos (IndiMex in its finest form), the flavours are delightfully different at this Newstead spot – and they’re not the only thing.
If you’re not up for scorning Mum with the world’s best slow roasted lamb shoulder (think garlic, thyme, lemon, and a whole lot of love heart emojis), Mrs Brown’s extends its menu beyond the venue – but stick in your seat.
The team from Gianni’s Kitchen will deliver a wood-fired pizza from across the road to your bar stool, and we’ve already said ciao to our waistlines after finding out La Macelleria Gelataria will bring the goods for dessert.
Um, can we brown-bag everything, please?
Even the drinks list invites everyone down, offering everything from the innocent post-office beer to a jug of ‘Granny Apple Slap’ that’ll have you saying ‘watch me do this cartwheel’ in three seconds flat.
Err, not that we’d know from experience.
How now, Mrs Brown’s?
Words by Samantha Chariton