First find the Norsk Dor
The fun begins when you find the door to Norsk Dor (nope, not the gentlemens club next door!). Go down the two flights of stairs and along the long industrial deep forest green corridor, left again, and finally find the doorbell. Quickly ushered into the warmthof this hidden basement, we are shepherded to the bar to unwind and order a drink before heading to our table. It’s a surprise to see all the plant greenery forming the start of a jungle roof, but it works well with the soft lighting and the soft animal skin rugs on the back of the wooden chairs. It’s a long thin room, and very cosy feeling.
Perusing the menu at Norsk Dor
Our waiter was happy to bring us a selection of the breads while we perused the menu. We ordered a bowl of the sorts of bread you imagine are eaten in Norway, with both butter and lard to spread. It’s a small but enticing menu, with a small but interesting wine list. Only two come by glass, one white and one red, luckily just what we needed.
We can’t pass up some slices of beautifully cured salmon. And the pickles are a delight, crunchy and with a sweet sour vinegar tang to balance the rich salmon.
Getting stuck into our mains
The venison three ways looked and smelled divine from across the table. My fish soup has an intense rich flavour and is loaded with clams and salmon and prawn and blue eyed cod, cooked to perfection. The broth is delicious to drink by itself, once I’d devoured the rest of the contents of my bowl.
Wrapping up at Norsk Dor.
By all accounts the impressive moist chocolate cake with ice-cream was great, but I’m a brûlée girl. The liquorice flavour was restrained and almost nutty, the sour cherries cut through the richness and the shortbread biscuits gave it some necessary crunch. It was a big serving and I ate far too much of it!
The service was impeccably well timed and unobtrusive, and the cosy room wants me to stay longer. But eventually we had to drag ourselves out of the secret underground forest and re-join the real world again, full of touts for the gentlemens club.
Have you tried Norsk Dor yet – have you found the door yet? Let me know what you think.
Best Bits: the perfect temperature in the room, I bet it’s great in summer too.
Worst Bits: Finding the door (and it’s not that hard)
Where am I?
Norsk Dor, 70 Pitt St, Sydney 2000, Australia