Or, “everybody’s doing it”, apparently. Yes, the famous Mozart opera is coming to Wellington – for three nights only! – so we popped along to see it. It was playing at St James Theatre, oddly enough, and not the Opera House, which would be the natural choice for a, you know, an opera!
As is tradition, we went out for dinner first. My first choice, Kisa, was apparently fully booked out, so instead we went to Liberty – the new(-ish) venture from Logan Brown, on the sit of the old Grill Meats Beer. It’s a sharing plates type place, although Nicola declined to share my oysters, and I therefore let her eat her cheese puffs in peace. We did, however, share the beef cheek, because it was enormous, and also the side of sprouts. The sprouts were roasted, and served with sour cream, dukkah, and pickled sprouts. We enjoyed the first three of those ingredients; whoever decided to pickle sprouts, though, should re-examine their life choices.
The St James Theatre was recently revamped and reopened. What they didn’t revamp was the seats, unfortunately, and coming in at three hours long (with an interval, but even so) strains the buttocks. The plot revolves around two friends, who get engaged to their fiancĂ©es right at the beginning, and then an older friend of theirs warns them that women are fickle, and a fiendish plot is devised to test this theory. It’s all highly impractical and unlikely, and the consequences are inevitable. The music is sung well, so I am reliably informed by my opera consultant, and there were subtitles so you could understand what was going on.
We survived the seating and the whole shebang finished up on time at 10:30. Well past our bedtimes, so we hightailed it out of there and got home in superquick time.
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