Named after the wind, which is not a compliment.
The nor'wester comes down off the Alps, crosses eighty kilometres of plains, arrives dry and hot and puts the entire province in a bad mood for two days. Canterbury people talk about it the way other places talk about a difficult relative. Naming the restaurant after it seemed more honest than naming it after the river.
Eighty-two covers in a single room along the north elevation, with the willows outside the glass and the tram going past until six. The tables are Southland beech, the chairs were made in Ōtautahi by a workshop four streets away, and the room was designed so that a table of two is never seated in the middle of it.
Head chef Rūaumoko Whately has run this kitchen since 2019 and rewrites the menu every Wednesday afternoon. There are usually six starters, seven mains and four puddings, which is a short list by intent — everything on it is cooked properly rather than a lot of things being cooked adequately.
If the card in your room is a day out of date, that is why. Ask for the current one; it will be different and it will be better.