Top-shelf drinks and finger food in a swank setting make for a late night pit-stop worth making
"Malt Supper Club is intended for a mature clientele”. It says so on the door. And if you want to fit in at this ritzy old-house-turned-house-party parlour, dress to impress (there’s a dress code on Fridays and Saturdays) and bring cash: the hefty drink selection is priced accordingly.
As the name suggests, whisk(e)y is Malt’s forte, its collection of blends and single-malts targeted right at the brown spirit fancier’s weak point. On the other side of the ledger is a serious array of vintage and non-vintage champers: for ours, a better way to enjoy bubbles than dull Champagne cocktails that are more fizzer than fizz.
Lacklustre Germain Chandons aside, cocktails mostly hit the mark. Vodka drinker or otherwise, the Bellevue St Sour – it’s a berry and elderflower elixir laced with Patron, lemon and ginger – is spot-on for tasty refreshment. Being served an excellent, deeply complex Smoked Cherry Sazerac with ice cubes in a separate tumbler (all the better to manage your drink’s dilution, my dear) suggests an understanding of booze culture not immediately apparent when being served by, at-times, stiff bar staff.
If only manager Zac Farrow could bottle his engaging demeanour and pass it around his team. Still, wine, cocktail and spirit specials go some way to making amends: they’re a value-packed way to explore Malt’s inventory.
Got them late night munchies? Thai chicken burger triplets ramped up with lemongrass and sticky chicken wings with a dark, gingery dipping sauce are typical of the Asian influences in effect on the food menu.
- Ernest Hemingway
|Venue name:||Malt Supper Club||Contact:|
677 Beaufort St
|Opening hours:||Thu-Sat 6pm-late|
Staff are rude, arogant, full of them selves. The most pretentious hole I have ever been to. DO NOT ever go here. Unless you are a complete utter w***er, then fine, you'll fit righ in. The security are a buch of c**ts too. The whole "I don't know you, you're not important, (oh but your girl can come in though)...". The owner Tony LOL what a complete pretentious ********* thinks he's a god or something pathetic like that. Sorry mate, you're just a litte, pretentious, Hummer driving (I'm trying to make up for something) asshole. Tony, I hope you are reading this :)