Cinnabar Kitchen  in  the Blue Mountains village of Blackheath is on The Great Western Highway, just a stroll up the hill from our home. I’m not sure why it took my husband Rob and I so long to  go, especially when we had great memories of Ashcrofts, the previous village restaurant run by partners  Corinne Evatt  (chef extraordinaire ) and Mary-Jane Craig.

Mary-Jane Craig and Corinne Evatt of Cinnabar Kitchen
Mary-Jane Craig (left) and Corinne Evatt ( Photo by Blue Mountains Gazette)

The lighting is warm and gentle….thanks ladies. I fear it says a lot about me that I mention this first. We began with cocktails. A  Cosmopolitan for me; how could any woman resist the description;  ‘Shaken until frosty, suggesting sexy, seamless poise‘ ?  It was great of course, but I soon forgot about poise and snaffled Rob’s  Margarita. It was his own fault, because he keeps me salt deprived (supposedly for my health). That rock salt rim was irresistible, not to mention the Tequila and Cointreau.

Pauline Conolly enjoying a maguerita at Cinnabar in Blackheath
Oh yes….rock salt!

We had downloaded the menu at home and made most of our selections in advance. It’s not a tapas restaurant, but the idea is to order several share  dishes. There is a true international theme.  Front of house host  Mary Jane  offers welcome  advice on  creating the optimum culinary experience.  I was  impressed when  she suggested we probably didn’t need one  dish we were contemplating (and we didn’t).  No upselling here.

Jamaican spiced prawns at Cinnabar
Jamaican spiced prawns of the signature dishes.

A number of the five star reviewers on-line had mentioned that  the portions could have been larger.  We didn’t find them particularly small, although $38 for 5 prawns is pretty steep. Pop another one in please.  I just hope those reviewers  never go to Bennelong in Sydney!

My favourite of the dishes we chose was the poached spinach and ricotta dumplings, in an aptly named ‘blue silk sauce’. Rob’s pick was the braised beef cheeks and yes, it was pretty damn good. A side dish of  creamy layered potatoes at $14 was good value and the perfect accompaniment.

The desserts were definitely substantial. Date brioche pudding in maple sauce was enough to make me want to visit Quebec. Rob chose the special of Strawberries Romanoff with chewy meringue.  Lovely he said, without actually raving about it.  I didn’t try it, but it  sounded like a grown-up version of Eton Mess.  I don’t think my photo does justice to either Rob or the strawberries to be honest. I blame that romantic lighting.

Rob Conolly
Flattering lighting for ladies, not so good for taking a discreet photo.

To finish? Home made fudge squares (delectable), French liqueur coffee for me and ice wine for Rob.

And was it expensive? Well, yes, $220 plus a well deserved tip, but a memorable evening.  And we did go all out with our cocktails etc.  With those desserts we could have managed without our third main course dish. I’m not a wine drinker, or the bill would have larger. Rob had a glass of  French champagne.

Next time (oh yes, there will be one) I might forgo dessert and have three Magaritas instead. And I’ll try the Tunisian pork balls with saffron tomato broth and chorizo crumbs.

Some restaurants  just manage to get things ‘right’.  Nothing to do with price; it’s  the  genuine warmth of the host and serving  staff  and the overall ambiance. Rob asks me to add that despite timber floors  and a full house it was not noisy, which is one of his pet hates.

The Restaurant is open Wednesday to Saturday, from 5.30pm.


Bushfires, the pandemic and floods proved a challenge for restaurants in the Blue Mountains, but Cinnabar is still going strong.

Rob’s birthday coincided with the crowning of King Charles and Queen Camilla. We decided to walk up to the 5.30pm sitting so we could stroll home and watch the broadcast. 

Setting off for Cinnabar.

Oh my word, how delicious that Brandy Alexander on the right was.

Cinnabar cocktails.

Desserts fit for a ‘king’. Deluxe baked custard for Rob, lemon curd meringue for me …oh, and a Margarita. 😛

It was a bit chilly walking home, but we were well insulated by food and wine.

I should add that Rob did receive a royal invitation, but I think an evening at Cinnabar beat sitting in the Abbey all those hours. 😎



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