When you walk into Malt at 7.30pm on a Friday night, you feel like you've been transported to an old-money restaurant somewhere in New York. The piano player really sets the mood.
Unfortunately, I didn't think the entrées or mains were anything to rave about but the signature brownie dessert was to die for, and we would definitely return for this, with a glass of wine :)
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