Had it not been good it would have been a meal killer, something of an ordeal to wade through for two. Fortunately the fish was perfect, just the right side of underdone, and rich with the woody fragrance of sage.
This flavour was an authentic touch from an establishment that describes itself as a rustic Italian restaurant. There's an element of artistic licence about this unless your bit of rural Italy looks like a typical grand metropolitan hotel. You reach Gusto past the vast marble hotel reception and a stark hotel bar and once inside there are huge marble communal eating counters as well as the more usual tables.
The food does, however, have an authentic simplicity and freshness of taste, starting with the simple bread and oil. Demonstrating self-confident professionalism, the pasta-maker was on view practising his art, as was the charcuterie specialist, casually demonstrating the gap in knife skills between the expert and the home cook.
Although our ambitions were thwarted to sample more of the menu, such as the polenta with salt cod, and to compare their meatballs with other versions of the current favourite dish, we felt we had to try a pasta. This was the pappardelle with a superbly flavoured rich wild boar sauce but where the pasta was star, a reminder that good pasta is far more than just blotting paper for its accompaniment.
By the time we'd eaten these courses, augmented with a nicely balanced salad which set the bitter chicory flavour of radicchio against the aniseed hint of fennel and the tang of orange, we could have called a halt. But the dessert menu deserved a sample and we were glad we did. The panna cotta, presumably based on the dairy product of the Waikato Lewis Road creamery, was subtle and enlivened by pine nuts and fresh raspberries. The semifreddo with strawberries in syrup was similarly pleasing.
The wine list is also less rustic Italian and more Grand Hotel in its extent but we did follow the pleasant conceit of sticking to Italian and found they appropriately rounded off an evening that we, like the packed house, had enjoyed.
Even the Kafkaesque nightmare that is the Sky City parking system failed to dampen our pleasure.
Our meal: $180 for four dishes, two desserts and four glasses of wine.
Our wine: A substantial list with a good variety of Italian wines. We started with a lively Foss Marai prosecco and enjoyed a La Viarte pinot grigio from Friuli and a very well-priced young Farnese Fantini Montepulciano d'Abruzzo.
Verdict: Executive chef Sean Connolly has produced another winner, which the mixed crowd on our visit all seemed to enjoy.