Dal Mondo Function Centre - Traralgon

Food never disappoints, had another meal last night 10/10 thanks for the great service Kayla 10/10 Food: 5 Service: 5 Atmosphere: 5 read more Food never disappoints, had another meal last night 10/10 thanks for the great service Kayla 10/10 Food: 5 Service: 5 Atmosphere: 5

Beautiful food, REAL food, you can tell they take pride in their cooking. Great servings lovely customer service and the atmosphere is a very welcoming, relaxed... read more Beautiful food, REAL food, you can tell they take pride in their cooking. Great servings lovely customer service and the atmosphere is a very welcoming, relaxed clean vibe! Service: Take out Meal type: Lunch Price per person: A$100–120 Food: 5 Service: 5 Atmosphere: 5

Great place to get good italian food around vally. Service: Dine in Meal type: Dinner Price per person: A$40–60 Food: 5 Service: 5 Atmosphere: 4 Recommended dis... read more Great place to get good italian food around vally. Service: Dine in Meal type: Dinner Price per person: A$40–60 Food: 5 Service: 5 Atmosphere: 4 Recommended dishes: Calamari Parking options: Free parking lot

Awesome as always. Clean, Welcoming, Friendly, Great Food. Meal type: Lunch Price per person: A$20–40 Food: 5 Service: 5 Atmosphere: 5 read more Awesome as always. Clean, Welcoming, Friendly, Great Food. Meal type: Lunch Price per person: A$20–40 Food: 5 Service: 5 Atmosphere: 5

Although my family regularly frequent your restaurant (sending insta snaps to my DM 's and constantly taunting me), as the middle and therefore least favoured c... read more Although my family regularly frequent your restaurant (sending insta snaps to my DM 's and constantly taunting me), as the middle and therefore least favoured child of 3, this is the first time I 've actually been invited along to a family event at Dal Mondo 's. Googling the menu ahead of time in sweet anticipation, I was suffering a severe case of FOMO and couldn 't decide between all of the pastas. I devised a plan to rope my family into sharing as many dishes as possible. I mean who knows when I will be invited back into their inner sanctum? The holiest of Holy 's. Although we haven 't agreed on most pertinent issues to date (besides of course YES to pineapple on pizza), after some terse Gaza inspired negotiations and a few rounds of rock, paper, scissors, we managed to settle on some dishes. Despite my brother shedding passionate tears and proselytsing about the absolute segregation of seafood and pasta, he relented to ordering the linguine marinara. Getting to taste mere morsels of the dish as he heaved spoonful after spoonful onto his plate, like a released prisoner of war, I can tell you it was everything I 'd hope for in a pasta. The silken linguine cooked to al dente perfection, with scallops as big as saucers and as fresh as any you would find amongst the finest seafood restaurants across the Victorian coast. The perfect combination of chili, olive oil and garlic paired with a crisp Pinot Grigio brought a sense of nostalgia for a feast along the coastline of Cinque Terre (I can only imagine as I wasn 't invited on the Italian trip my siblings and cousin took in 2014). The meal was so pristine that it didn 't even require the salt from my brother 's tears. Fortunately so, as the tears evaporated very quickly after his first mouthful of linguine. If Jesus turned water into pasta, instead of wine, it would be Dal Mondo 's linguine marinara. Second dish to come out was the salt, pepper calamari and prawns. To say I wasn 't that excited about the thought of it was an understatement. I mean, the dish has been done to death and I 'd much rather have tried more pasta. However I quickly ate my words alongside the exquisite seafood. The light seasoning and coating maintained the freshness and lightness of the seafood. The prawns were as thick as King Charles sausage fingers and just as tasty (is that treason? delete if treasonous). The chips came in handy to mop up all of the other pasta sauces as well. The lasagne dish claimed to be just like Nonna 's. If Nonna still be cooking like this, I might have to restart my hunt for an Italian family to marry into, despite my rich history of dodging marriage to date. Perhaps there could be a service that pairs up hungry anglo-saxons with lonely Nonna 's in a beautiful symbiosis, and I could retain my stance but still achieve the dream of a nonna. Nonder? I ponder about Nonder (trademark) as I devour sheets of soft pasta coupled with parmesan and generous layers of Bolognese. My mum 's new squeeze, Pete, understandably didn 't want to share meals with people he had just met and ordered the carbonara to himself. Luckily, Pete has less appetite for pasta than beer and with the serving sizes being extremely generous, he offered half of his meal up for tribute. Whilst my brother was still hogging the marinara, I dived on that carbonara like a dog on a bone shovelling it into my mouth whilst Pete went to relieve himself in the loo. He did say he didn 't want anymore right ma? I checked between mouthfuls of the heavenly tortellini mopped in creamy bacon and mushroom, more out of politeness than being invested in the answer. Although my sister ordered the gnochhi, I made side eyes and offered her some of my pasta, I didn 't get to taste. My brother tasted it and his eye lit up for a brief second it which I can only imagine was a response to a most delicious gnochhi (probably as good as the one they had in Cinque Terre that time they went to Italy without me). The staff were all incredible, keeping the wine glasses full and the family tensions at bay. They didn 't even scorn (overtly anyway) at my tasteless child ordering a bowl of chips! I reiterate that the service was flawless but even if they were rude and insufferable pricks like at some of pretentious pasta joints, it 'd be still worth going for the quality of food they produce. Thanks once again for making me believe in the world. My life now exists in two chapters: BDM and ADM (Before and After Dal Mondo 's). In summary, it 's so good, It 's worth hanging out with family for. My only regret was not having bovine amount of stomachs in order to sample more. Next time they come in (without me of course), could you get them to consider bringing me back a doggy bag? Yours sincerely, A middle child