Shack 68

What gets expelled out of a dog’s behind? Poo Poo. The exact two word adjective that could be used to describe this diner and what gets produced from the kitchen. With a name like Shack 68, a modest tone tone is set. And you shouldn’t expect much either. In fact, just hope you make it out of this place. Alive. Be lucky if you only suffer from mild poisoning. The chef was having a good night.

In the renovated art deco room, be treated to food you wouldn’t even serve to the inmates at Alcatraz let along the hogs at farmer McDonald’s ranch up in Joadja. On toasted slices of soy and linseed baguette, there’s a low fat cottage cheese, chopped tomato and chopped chives. Lacked seasoning. Moroccan carrot and orange salad, supposed to be a light, fresh way to begin a meal however experience using a food processor would have been handy. Syrian chicken a flavour explosion in the mouth, but it was fingers crossed it wouldn’t have resulted in a toilet bowl explosion later on. Chemoula coated tuna didn’t need the heat of the Sahara, overcooked completely destroying the expensive steaks from the sea and making it as dry as the desert. Using a get out of jail card, the desserts save the Shack’s blushes. Banana pancakes with hazelnut gelato from Newtown’s award winning Gelatomassi passable, the honey spiced parfait okay. It’s a good thing this place no longer exists. The mediocracy could spread to other parts of Sydney.


0 / 5 yums!






Note: The chef is this writer.