Meat mains arrive with boiled potatoes, broccoli, carrot and cauliflower, a charming (if not wholly Latin) tradition to be heartily applauded at a family restaurant.

Looking back, I realise I could have ordered anything - with the possible exception of the goat curd - and been thrilled to bits.

If I lived in Matakana, I'd be kissing the feet of the people responsible for that toll road.