Gothamist decided to try Eight Mile Creek (Australian cuisine, not Detroit cuisine) on Mulberry Street this weekend. Somehow, we never got around to going there when it first opened in 2000, although we had headed to its roomy downstairs bar a number of times. The manager asked if we would like to sit outside. It was a lovely night, so of course outside was the only option. Gothamist was giddy at the thought of that, and Jen and Jake high-fived each other. The bartender said, "We don't allow that in here." So Jen shoved Jake, and the bartender approved, "We like that."
Jake ordered an Eight Mile Cosmo, and when the manager brought the drink to the table, but offered it to Jen. Jen, feeling quite smug, said, "Actually, it's for him." The manager gave Jake a look and said, "Usually I'd make a joke about your manliness, but I'll just go drink my blood red wine." He also told another table that Jake was drinking the Cosmo, not that there was anything wrong with that. Ah, Gothamist makes friends. However, the manager could not argue with the choices we made for our entrees: Kangaroo loin and rack of lamb.


Kangaroo was delicious, like very lean steak. The lamb was succulent as well. The manager told Gothamist we had ordered the best things on the menu. We also tried the shrimp with mango salad appetizer - again, a great choice. When K and S showed up a little later, they ordered a beet and rocket salad as well as an artichoke entree. The owner said, "What, you brought vegetarians here?"


Eight Mile Creek seems like the hangout for Australian ex-pats, as the neighboring table of Aussies was bawdy and raucous, most notably for an Anna Nicole-ish Australian woman who fancied herself very much like Samantha from Sex and the City. All in all, a great New York dining experience: delicious food and great service, plus interesting characters.




Both my kids love to eat and Paul was sweet to say that's because I spoiled them with yummy home cooking. But my food never looked like these pictures...
I was there on Saturday night for the engagement dinner after-party of a friend and his Australian fiancee. We mostly just did the drinking but the emu carpaccio is very good as well.
P.S. It's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer.
wait- weren't we there on saturday night as well? were you at the big table with the anna-nicole-smith look alike?
No, we'd had dinner elsewhere and just showed up to spend the wee hours downstairs. But one of my friends did kiss a big Matilda with cankles.
Thanks for clearing that up, Brian...I was wondering the same thing.
Have to say that I have nothing against Australians (being half-Australian myself) but I hate them being all over Manhattan. They really don't contribute much and they have ugly, loud accents. Their population is relatively small, but why do I feel like they are all here, getting obnoxiously drunk?
And by "Australians," Fiona means "Puerto Ricans."
No problem with Puerto Ricans. Just Australians. And I feel entitled to bitch about them, because, as I said, I am half-Australian. So there.
Hey, what can I say? I guess I'm self-loathing. But you do have to admit that there are a heck of a lot of drunken Australians in the streets of NYC. For some, a plus; for others, a minus.
fiona i stumbled across this page and wish i hadn't cause of you. you're a freak. don't call yourself an australian. go to new zealand. 'loud, ugly accents???!!' i think you'll find no agreements anywhere in the world with that one. maybe yours is.
were you brought up in australia or do you just have an australian parent? cause if you weren't even brought up there, don't call yourself half-aussie and bag on them. get a life instead.
So if an Australian goes to New York from Hong Kong should I go to the 8 Mile creek Pub?
Half Australin my-arse! What happened to you love, did a dingo take your manners?