The atmosphere, menu and staff make you think you’re at a remote hill station in India. Mainly western fare (fairly random, though: barramundi baked in a bag, German sausage platters, pasta, satay, tandoori chicken, nachos). Maybe it’s busier and buzzier at night (when you won’t see much of the scenery, so the ‘nature advantage’ will be lost), but for a weekday lunch, only two tables were occupied. The food is nothing to write home about, and unlike Dempsey there’s nothing around, so the question is: why come here at all? Friendly service.