Waiters in long grey aprons are commendably well-informed about each dish's composition and method of preparation (although they do have that odious habit of refilling your water glass every time you take a sip from it).
The handsome refit - bare floors, black tables, white chairs - has preserved the exterior shape of a building that is part of Auckland's heritage. Generations have enjoyed high tea there and the new operators have been smart enough to re-establish the tradition.
A compact weekend brunch menu includes the granola and eggs benedict standards, though even here there are signs of intelligent life (wild mushrooms come with serrano ham, sourdough and a duck egg).
In the evening, though, the kitchen lifts its game, offering, on the summer menu which is probably due for a change soon, interesting concoctions: burned eggplant with tomino (a brie-like Italian cheese); scallops with buttermilk and leek; a smoky pork knuckle for two.
Fortunately, a handful of the dishes make it onto that weekend menu and so it was that my flamboyant gentleman friend and I found ourselves ordering something more substantial. I loved the kitchen's take on spaghetti alle vongole, with plum tomatoes and a rich chive oil base. He was attracted by a dish of snapper, the crispy skin of which he described as faintly curried. Certainly the four large chunks were deliciously moist and the accompaniments of roasted beetroot and roasted corn right on the money.
I can't quite get with this habit of making chips the size of Colin Meads' thumb, but my mate, being a Pom, likes his roast spud, and he thought them smashing.
After a very unmessy Eton Mess and a rather underdone poached pear with refreshing celery granita we had to agree that this adds hugely to the appeal of the city's best park. Go soon. You'll go often.
Verdict: Thoughtful and unpretentious food in splendid surroundings.
Entrées $12-$24; mains $24-$40; sides $7-$12; desserts $15