http://www.coopersalehouse.net/
Ok, we’ve teased you (and ourselves) for a bit, but ask anybody where you get a big schnitzel in Adelaide, and ‘Coopers Alehouse’ will always be the first place suggested. If we had rated schnitties in this fine city without paying this place a visit, we would be mere amateurs. Hacks. The Rebecca Blacks of schnitzel rating, if you will. It was always going to be a case of when, not if, we descended on Carrington Street for a nibble at one of the alehouse’s plate-hangers. And when our orders arrived, nobody was let down. I’m not sure how the waiter managed to get the meals out of the kitchen, to be honest. I’m pretty sure the door wasn’t six feet wide. My point is, these schnitties are humungous. My chicken schnitzel was practically as wide as my chair (the actual weight is estimated at around a kilogram). Matt’s beef parmi was, quite frankly, ridiculous. A huge beef schnitzel topped with a thick layer of sauce, a mountain of bacon, and enough cheese to feed Wallace and Grommit for a week. As far as size goes, the standard was definitely set tonight. The taste was pretty good – obviously the meat was processed, since you don’t see too many 800g chicken breasts. The chips were ok without being extraordinary – but since they’re hidden underneath the colossus hunk of crumbed meat that completely covers the plate, it’s no surprise that the chefs don’t go all out on chip quality.
The sense of achievement (tinged with disappointment, guilt and heartburn) as I finished that final mouthful was monumental. What a manly meal to eat. No surprises that the Alehouse schnitty immediately ascends to the top of the leaderboard.
The Verdict: You know what you’re going to get with the alehouse. A schnitzel of gargantuan proportions, fit to satisfy even the most insatiable of hungers. Definitely a winner.
Taste 4.5/5, Size 5/5, Value 4.5/5, Sides 2.5/5, Experience 4/5.
Total: 82%
