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There is probably little left that I can add to what has already been said about Fleur Sullivan, either by herself or by the many thousands who have eaten at one of her restaurants. Even when the renowned Rick Stein was asked if he could eat any place in the world, where would it be? Answered Fleur’s Place in Moeraki ‘because how could you want anything more?’
Fortunately a colleague had mentioned this to Don some weeks before we began our trip, because you definitely need a booking to be assured of a table. We had only a couple of hours’ drive between Dunedin and Oamaru the day we drove through Moeraki, and we planned it so we could have lunch at Fleur’s Place. But first…we had to take me to Mazagran Espresso Bar* before leaving Dunedin. I needed another one of the best coffees I’ve ever had, having also had one the day before. Thank you Mr. Google. Don is very patient with my coffee addiction, just as I am patient with his wine enthusiasm. We have suffered worse.
All coffee-d up and ready for the next leg of our adventure we decided to explore an area just south of Moeraki called Shag Point. And yes, we did see the real life idiom ‘Shag on a rock’ that is a familiar Aussie description for someone hanging about, alone. Shags are a type of bird, and they were true to their reputation, lonely and abandoned looking, though in large groups. I know, makes no sense. It was also a viewing point for the native New Zealand fur seals. They lazed about that sunny morning on the well worn cliffs…looking for all the world like large brown…well, you know…logs. Ahem. My iPhone makes them look smaller and farther away than they were. They were enormous. It was heartening to see them in quite a few places around the South Island during the three weeks we visited. They had been endangered at one point, hunted to near obliteration for their fur, but are now protected and have repopulated well.

native fur seals basking in the sun
It was still a bit early for our one o’clock lunch at Fleur’s so we drove up the coast just a few minutes passed the turn off to Moeraki to view another natural phenomenon, the Moeraki boulders. These are very peculiar, perfectly round, rock formations like nothing we had ever seen. Some looked as if the cliffs were giving birth, revealing the boulders where they must have formed millions of years previously.
Finally, the time was near when we could deliver ourselves to the much anticipated lunch. Still being a few minutes early, we slowly approached, observing the setting from across the bay, then closer, letting the ambiance soak in. The restaurant was purpose built but it has the casual feel of a hybrid fisherman’s cottage come boat shed. Inside, neatly scrawled all over the walls and window sills patrons had left their names and often their gratitude for Fleur, praise for the food and atmosphere. (I guess people just need to validate their having been in a place, as per last post…) Once again, we had never been any place quite like it. This was becoming a mantra for our visit to the South Island.
If you don’t like seafood you probably wouldn’t have liked the menu, however, we were spoilt for choice. Given my consumption limitations I stayed with my new favourite fish, Blue Cod, a New Zealand speciality. It was pan fried with no flour and served on a bed of the freshest cooked vegetables, accompanied by home made tartar sauce and lemon. That fish had probably been swimming around only 12 hours previously and the freshness was definitely reflected in the flavour. Now, I didn’t really need dessert, but if you think a little thing like that was going to stop me trying Fleur’s Crème Brûlée, you don’t know me very well! Don ordered an apple crumble with homemade ice-cream for his dessert. We did not need dinner that evening. And this time, that really did stop us!
Fleur’s Place was really as much an experience as it was a restaurant. Watching 76 year old Fleur hefting boxes around and fussing about place settings, then sitting down with some of the diners, and then returning to her duties was like a well rehearsed play. Two of the people who served us had French accents and one was New Zealand. We wondered with Fleur’s french name if there was a connection and I suppose I will find out if I read her memoir. (there is a nice photo of Fleur on the cover)
The entire experience was delightful from beginning to end and we kind of hated to leave when our meal was finished. So we wandered around outside and I happily took a few more photos.

large fur seal that slept through the entire arrival of visitors and the fairy penguins
Somewhat reluctantly we drove on to what was our destination for the next three nights. Our accommodation in Oamaru (Fleur’s hometown) was a 1930’s B&B. Our hostess gave us details and said it was an ideal evening to go and see the Fairy Penguins arrive on shore. So off we went to purchase tickets for the nightly arrival of the adorable, little blue penguins. When I say little, I mean tiny. They are only about 30cm (12”) tall, some even smaller. They come in after dark, in ‘rafts’ (groups) of about 20-30 at a time. The water is rough and they have to scramble up a rocky bank and you fear for them every time. But this is their life and they are well adapted. That night 148 arrived and scurried across the open ground between the two pavilions of spectators. We were told to be very quiet and there was absolutely no photography allowed so you will have to check out this link and imagine the cuteness overload! I still smile every time I recall those impossibly small, blue darlings*.
We arrived ‘home’ at our B&B, very cold from being on Penguin watch, but our hosts had turned on the electric blanket, the under floor heating in the bathroom, and the heater for the room. Now you don’t get that in a hotel!! We snuggled in, dreaming of Fleur’s and little blue apparitions.
When I think back about this day, I see that it embodied the very essence of New Zealand. It had been a perfect banquet of quirkiness, kind people, wild animals, and amazing food, against a backdrop of stunning beauty, wrapped up in one delicious day. The road less traveled is a wonder.

boulders and the sea
*Mazagran is a cold, sweetened coffee drink that originated in Algeria
*The only other place in the world you can see fairy penguins in the wild, besides New Zealand, is Phillip Island in Australia. The observation stands in Oamaru were built well after the preservation of the dwindling colony was reversed and all steps have been taken to protect this naturally occurring colony.
Very interesting and beautifully written…I feel like I’ve just spent a day in New Zealand myself…. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you Donna. I’m so glad my thoughts seem to translate well in writing! xx
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This is the stuff of dream places… these simple pleasures. Good coffee and nice cafes, stunning natural locations and experiences, excellent local food… there’s a lovely authenticity to it, underscored I think by a people with a passion I quite envy for their particular niche. No hype necessary just an opportunuty for others to share and appreciate.
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Your words go right to the heart of the matter, Dale. I think that sometimes, though hadn’t quite articulated it, when I see the markets you and Wayne attend and the places you go around where you live. Australia has these authentic experiences too and they are to be appreciated. Don and I are already planning our next regional Australia getaway… Thank you, as always. xx
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Way back, ere I myself began counting years, I asked a dear old ‘old’ colleague when he was going to retire. Almost angrily he asked: ‘Eha, I love what I am doing and I am pretty good at it — why on earth should I waste life and retire ?’ I am a lot wiser now.
‘Fleur’s’ seems a place of a woman who also knows what she can do and what she enjoys . . . and because she does and ‘it’ all makes sense, it is comfortable and fun and memorable.. Wish I had had the experience . . . .
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Thank you Eha. I have a greater appreciation for the various forms of ‘retirement’ now that I have a husband who still works, albeit in a different form than pre-retirement, but a much more self directed form that he enjoys, and is good at! Personally I made the transition from workplace to working from home when our daughter was born and I established a freelance practice. I have always felt I am far more productive working under my own direction than I was in ‘jobs’ though I was good at what I did then too. Life is for learning…
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Fleur’s place is just wonderful and your post brought back lovely memories of our visit there a few years ago. Gorgeous pic of Fleur’s Creme Brulee and the views around the restaurant.
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Thank you Francesca. I was wondering if you had been to Fleur’s…please excuse if you have written about it and my woeful memory has forgotten. x
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Yes, I did write about it but I’m trying to remember how long ago that was- maybe two years? I would love to go back.
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Have just re-read your piece and marvelled at how we both enjoyed the same things about Fleur’s Place. Do you know the photo of the two people sitting by the window eating? That is the very seat Don and I had!!
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Thanks for the lovely post and images. I do so miss my visits to NZ, especially South Island where I had the great privilege of seeing those little hoiho yellow-eyed penguins surf onto the beach. Thanks for the memories.
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Thank you Ron, my pleasure. Glad you got to see the little penguins too!
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I envy you your feast at Fleur’s Ardys… have never been there ( yet) creme brulee- yes, yes, yes, I have an ambition to eat as many as I can before I transition into the next world…that looked like a good one…
When I was visiting my grand-daughter in St Kilda, I went for a walk early every morning out to the breakwater constructed for the Melbourne Olympic games-yachting competitions. The rocks of the breakwater were full of little blue penguins, which had colonised there since the games… and I used to watch them nesting… some people came every day to feed them…
And as for shags! I love their apartment blocks / colonies… they all nest together – great big loosely woven nests of sticks, cheek by jowl, all facing out to sea, and almost invisible from the land side… we can see one settlement as we drive round the curve of the bay near here, and there are all these white breasted upright figures sitting on their nests, looking out over the water…
Lovely post, lovely pictures, and mouth watering thoughts!!!
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Thank you Valerie. Fleur’s Place really was one of the most memorable meals I’ve had –the creme caramel was delicious. If you are ever in Melbourne again, go to ‘Movida Next Door’ and try their Crema Catalana–to die for! Those little blue penguins are almost unbelievably cute.
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