LOCATIONNoosa Heads.
DETAILSIf you were any closer to the beach you'd need a beach towel. The bench table at the front of the restaurant is the hot seat designed for daydreaming and the view of the hypnotic horizon will have you asking yourself what you've done to deserve this.
Holidaymakers in thongs and sarongs sit back to back with regulars who have popped in for their daily coffee and a squiz at the local paper. The sun sparkles on the water at Breakfast and at dinner, the moon's reflection on the white wash makes it look as though it is about to wash up on the shore.
FOOD & BEVERAGESeason has been showered with compliments, most of which refer to its approachable, uncomplicated, 'no fuss' menu. Light, bright dishes feature gleaming seasonal produce, gently enhanced by the use of Middle Eastern, Asian and European influences that never overshadow the main ingredient.
Terry Durack of Gourmet traveller aptly describes the menu as "the closest I have found to the way I want to eat in such sunny shorts-and sandals climate." He goes on to say, "In spite of its casual appearance, Season brings an impressive new seriousness and maturity to Noosa eating. For everything, it seems, there is now a Season."
PROFILED BY DE GROOTS MEDIA Season Restaurant is one location which has been responsible for creating the dining aura that surrounds Noosa. Located in a narrow alleyway, with a slight frontage overlooking the beach, the standard at Season Restaurant has been consistently good over the years. We enjoyed a crisp fetta and caramelised onion pizza which was light, tasty and with a base that didn’t sag – an ideal starter. My wife, Barb, ordered spatchcock which had been chopped into eight segments – roasted beautifully, with a crunchy skin and meltingly tender meat, all dipped into a slightly acidy gazpacho. My gnocchi – light potato pillows – was served with chorizo and fresh prawns but, unfortunately, was overpowered by a smoked tomato sauce. It was a tasty but unbalanced dish. I enjoy going to Season – especially on a warm, balmy night when the plastic awnings are rolled away and we are exposed to the sound of the crashing waves and the aroma of being on holidays.
Michael Fischer