PROFILE BY BEST RESTAURANTS
I can't deny it – I was obsessed with the fish cakes at A Fish Called Paddo. At $3 a pop, I could happily justify eating out every night of the week. "You can't cook for that cheap", I would say to friends, luring them to join me. The sign was taken down and The Paddo Grill was put in its place and I had only George Bernard Shaw's words to motivate me through the doors: "Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything."
The focus at The Paddo Grill is on healthy preparations, tasty marinades and generous salads. The room is simply decorated with chunky wooden tables and benches and a few tables out the back, in an unadorned (and a little unglamorous) courtyard area. It's a casual affair; they don't take bookings, you order at the counter and bring your own alcohol.
The large variety of fish and meat are on display in the glass cabinet that runs the length of the shop; there are half a dozen varieties left au naturale, while another dozen are being soaked in mouth-watering marinates bursting with herbs, spices and sauces. The largely Asian-inspired concoctions might include lime and coconut perch, honey and soy salmon or chilli and garlic prawns.
Unlike at A Fish Called Paddo, each order at The Paddo Grill comes with a generous salad; tonight it's Greek, filled with chunky bits of fetta and salty olives. Beyond the seafood-offerings, there's perfectly-Frenched lamb cutlets and a variety of specials that change daily.
It's not "A Fish Called Paddo" but it's pretty close and atleast, with more meat on the menu, I'll be able to drag some male friends along for week night dinners too.