Bambi

You head down Westgate Street and find yourself in one of those places that's somehow managed to avoid becoming a parody of itself. Bambi's got all the ingredients for being insufferable—the candlelit tables, the lovingly curated wine list, the fact everyone's talking about it—but instead it just feels like going to a mate's really good dinner party. The menu shifts with the seasons and the staff actually know what they're talking about, which is rarer than it should be. It's the kind of restaurant where you can roll in casual and feel completely comfortable, but equally where you'd be happy to dress up a bit. That sweet spot where nobody's performing, everyone's just eating and drinking well.