This meal didn't happen that recently, but I have been a little slack over the last month or two, and out of all the meals I've eaten since then, this one deserves a mention at least.
For my birthday the Bear took me to New York. It's everything you could ever want for a birthday, to be whisked off on a romantic long weekend. And it was great fun. We ate lots too. At least once every three hours. From pancakes, bagels, deli sandwiches, pizza, pretzels, you name it we ate it.
On the last night we made a reservation at a restaurant we've been wanting to go to for a long time - Les Halles. The scene of Anthony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential. A restaurant with the motto, American Beef Prepared in the French Style. Not quite so good for me (a pseudo veggie) but very good for my carnivore companion.
We walked eight blocks in the pouring rain to be greeted by a lavish, dimly lit, French paradise. The restaurant is split in two by a long wooden bench and tables emanate from it. Every available space is full of diners, happily chomping down on fois gras and fillet steak. The latest pop tunes bubble away just audible to the diner, and there is an army of aproned staff, each with their own specific task.
I immediately loved the place. It's like Cafe Rouge but a million billion trillion times better. It's relaxed but not scruffy, it's French but not uptight. In short, it's perfect. And bloody cheap.
To start I had Escargot. The snails came in a deep, almost green, garlic butter in a special deep dish with six holes in it to house a snail each. The snails were meaty and juicy. I doubt very much I will ever have escargot like it again.
The Bear went for the Fois of course. Having read Bourdain's books I know he takes his fois gras very seriously, and so did the Bear. There was no talking during the starter. Just contented concentration.
For mains I had Seared Scallops with Artichoke and Potato Crisps. The scallops were huge, almost raw in the middle, and so so tasty. The artichoke had been cooked with fennel and had a lovely subtle aniseed flavour. All this was piled high with strands of potato deep fried until crunchy. It was awesome.
The Bear went for the steak and didn't speak again for a long time. It was expertly cooked and full of flavour. The chips were chunky. And the mayonnaise was homemade (of course).
For dessert we went all out. Oh yeah, Chocolate Souffle time baby. My god. I think I died and went to heaven for a full ten minutes when eating this perfectly gloopy, wicked pud!! The souffle was sat in a sea of hot chocolate sauce, and once stabbed with an eager fork, even more gungy, gooey, gorgeous chocolate oozed out of it. Yum yum yum yum yum yum yum.
The bill came to a piffling $120, which is about £75. What a bargain. The same meal would cost you at least twice that in London.
This restaurant almost makes me want to up sticks and move continent. That's how good it is. If you in New York City, please give this place a try. You won't regret it.
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
Wahaca - Chandos Place - Covent Garden - 9/10
Do you like Mexican food? Until Saturday I could take it or leave it. Your usual TGI Friday fajitas just aren't that appetizing. And a burrito covered in generic cheese and sour cream always leaves me feeling about ten stone heavier.
Luckily, Masterchef winner Thomasina Miers has come to my rescue!
On Saturday the Bear and I celebrated 3 years together (my how time flies) and we decided to theme the day. First off a trip to the British Museum for a lecture entitled "An Introduction to Mexican Cookery by Thomasina Miers". Around 150 people packed into the lecture theatre, where a huge table laden with chillies, tomatoes, avocado, squash, pumpkins and a whole host of Mexican produce covered the length of the stage.
Thomasina was very engaging and passionate about Mexican cuisine, making a trip to Mexico for me and the Bear pretty likely in the next couple of years. She made it clear that Mexican food is poorly represented in the UK, but had high hopes for the future. I wouldn't be surprised if she has her own Mexican cookery series on the telly pretty soon!
After the lecture we took a look round the Moctezuma exhibition which was packed with hundreds of beige, slow, annoying people, and then wandered down to Thomasina's restaurant Wahaca, to see if her food lived up to her enthusiasm.
We were not disappointed. Wahaca is a gem.
We arrived at the restaurant at 4pm, which is pretty early, even on a Saturday, but there was still a long queue down the steps leading to the main restaurant. We were told there was a 40 minute wait - you can't book. Undeterred we duly got a tequila cocktail from the bar and waited with the masses. Seats were scarce in the holding pen, and one wrong move could have led to a riot, but luckily my fellow would-be diners were cheery and patient (not so when we left at 6pm when the queue was three times as long and a lot more menacing!).
The no-booking policy is part of a whole market-eating philosophy which permeates the entire venue. Bright, fresh colours on the walls, high ceilings, lots of light wood and warm lighting colludes to make a pleasant and summery eatery.
After about 25 minutes we were shown to our table by a very amiable chap who talked us through the menu. The paper menus that double as table cloths are reminiscent of Wagamama, and the "food comes when its ready" approach confirms the similarity. Squiggles on the table settings confirm what you've ordered and brisk but professional and smiling service brings the whole experience together.
We went for a soup each to start, which isn't the first thing I would have thought of when going for a Mexican, but it was bloody scrummy! I went for the Black Bean Soup with a hint of chilli with diced avocado, toasted ancho, feta, crema and totopos. It came with the soup in a jug and the accompaniments lying in wait in a deep bowl. The soup was chunky, gloopy and beautiful smokey from the toasted ancho chillies. I have never tasted anything like it. The salty feta melted and swirled through the beans, and the crunch of totopos (think similar to nachos) added that little something extra to the texture. BEE-EE-EE-OO-TIFUL!
The Bear went for a similar soup, but with a Tomato base rather than bean, and with strips of chicken. He had a similar reaction to me. Top marks so far.
As a sort-of main we went for the Wahaca selection of street food. This includes 3 Pork Pibil Tacos, 3 Seasonal Vegetable Tacos, 2 Huitlacoche Quesadillas, 2 Smoked Herring Tostadas, 2 Chicken Taquitos and Black Beans and Green Rice. After the soup we were pretty full, but we did our best to demolish the street food.
First up the Huitlacoche Quesadillas, which are toasted flour tortillas with Mexican corn mushroom (which is a sort of fungus that grows on corn in Mexico and has a truffly flavour), British field mushrooms and lots of melted cheese. These parcels were oozing with earthy mushroom flavour and the cheese wasn't too cloying. There was a salsa verde and normal salsa on the table, and these quesadillas were luscious dipped in the spicy sweet tomatillo salsa.
The Smoked Herring Tostada is MSC approved - so a guilt free eat - and very tasty. Served on crisp tortillas with tomato and capers, they are light and fresh.
The Bear ripped into the Pork Pibil Tacos and Chicken Taquitos. The tacos are soft flour tortillas piled with slow cooked pork in a Yucatecan marinade. The Taquitos are corn tortillas wrapped around a filling and deep fried. The Bear managed to polish off all of his alloted street food.
I didn't fair so well. The Vegetable Tacos were rather neglected, but out of the lot they were by far the least exciting.
We were seriously full at this point. I mean dangerously full. Three taquila mojitos, and a belly full of beans. Not good. We were very very tempted by the Churros, which are long straight doughnuts served with a large quantity of sugar and a chocolate dipping sauce. I really did wany to try them, because they bring back memories of breakfast at the cental market in Valencia, but it wouldn't have been sensible. A reason to go back though.
The bill came to £63 - which is a lot - you could eat there for a lot less, but we had a lot of booze and a lot of food.
Wahaca is a breath of fresh air. Extremly tasty, light and fresh mexican food at affordable prices. The only drawback is not being able to book creating long waits to be seated.
I will be back.
Luckily, Masterchef winner Thomasina Miers has come to my rescue!
On Saturday the Bear and I celebrated 3 years together (my how time flies) and we decided to theme the day. First off a trip to the British Museum for a lecture entitled "An Introduction to Mexican Cookery by Thomasina Miers". Around 150 people packed into the lecture theatre, where a huge table laden with chillies, tomatoes, avocado, squash, pumpkins and a whole host of Mexican produce covered the length of the stage.
Thomasina was very engaging and passionate about Mexican cuisine, making a trip to Mexico for me and the Bear pretty likely in the next couple of years. She made it clear that Mexican food is poorly represented in the UK, but had high hopes for the future. I wouldn't be surprised if she has her own Mexican cookery series on the telly pretty soon!
After the lecture we took a look round the Moctezuma exhibition which was packed with hundreds of beige, slow, annoying people, and then wandered down to Thomasina's restaurant Wahaca, to see if her food lived up to her enthusiasm.
We were not disappointed. Wahaca is a gem.
We arrived at the restaurant at 4pm, which is pretty early, even on a Saturday, but there was still a long queue down the steps leading to the main restaurant. We were told there was a 40 minute wait - you can't book. Undeterred we duly got a tequila cocktail from the bar and waited with the masses. Seats were scarce in the holding pen, and one wrong move could have led to a riot, but luckily my fellow would-be diners were cheery and patient (not so when we left at 6pm when the queue was three times as long and a lot more menacing!).
The no-booking policy is part of a whole market-eating philosophy which permeates the entire venue. Bright, fresh colours on the walls, high ceilings, lots of light wood and warm lighting colludes to make a pleasant and summery eatery.
After about 25 minutes we were shown to our table by a very amiable chap who talked us through the menu. The paper menus that double as table cloths are reminiscent of Wagamama, and the "food comes when its ready" approach confirms the similarity. Squiggles on the table settings confirm what you've ordered and brisk but professional and smiling service brings the whole experience together.
We went for a soup each to start, which isn't the first thing I would have thought of when going for a Mexican, but it was bloody scrummy! I went for the Black Bean Soup with a hint of chilli with diced avocado, toasted ancho, feta, crema and totopos. It came with the soup in a jug and the accompaniments lying in wait in a deep bowl. The soup was chunky, gloopy and beautiful smokey from the toasted ancho chillies. I have never tasted anything like it. The salty feta melted and swirled through the beans, and the crunch of totopos (think similar to nachos) added that little something extra to the texture. BEE-EE-EE-OO-TIFUL!
The Bear went for a similar soup, but with a Tomato base rather than bean, and with strips of chicken. He had a similar reaction to me. Top marks so far.
As a sort-of main we went for the Wahaca selection of street food. This includes 3 Pork Pibil Tacos, 3 Seasonal Vegetable Tacos, 2 Huitlacoche Quesadillas, 2 Smoked Herring Tostadas, 2 Chicken Taquitos and Black Beans and Green Rice. After the soup we were pretty full, but we did our best to demolish the street food.
First up the Huitlacoche Quesadillas, which are toasted flour tortillas with Mexican corn mushroom (which is a sort of fungus that grows on corn in Mexico and has a truffly flavour), British field mushrooms and lots of melted cheese. These parcels were oozing with earthy mushroom flavour and the cheese wasn't too cloying. There was a salsa verde and normal salsa on the table, and these quesadillas were luscious dipped in the spicy sweet tomatillo salsa.
The Smoked Herring Tostada is MSC approved - so a guilt free eat - and very tasty. Served on crisp tortillas with tomato and capers, they are light and fresh.
The Bear ripped into the Pork Pibil Tacos and Chicken Taquitos. The tacos are soft flour tortillas piled with slow cooked pork in a Yucatecan marinade. The Taquitos are corn tortillas wrapped around a filling and deep fried. The Bear managed to polish off all of his alloted street food.
I didn't fair so well. The Vegetable Tacos were rather neglected, but out of the lot they were by far the least exciting.
We were seriously full at this point. I mean dangerously full. Three taquila mojitos, and a belly full of beans. Not good. We were very very tempted by the Churros, which are long straight doughnuts served with a large quantity of sugar and a chocolate dipping sauce. I really did wany to try them, because they bring back memories of breakfast at the cental market in Valencia, but it wouldn't have been sensible. A reason to go back though.
The bill came to £63 - which is a lot - you could eat there for a lot less, but we had a lot of booze and a lot of food.
Wahaca is a breath of fresh air. Extremly tasty, light and fresh mexican food at affordable prices. The only drawback is not being able to book creating long waits to be seated.
I will be back.
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
Mien Tay - Lavender Hill - 7/10
The other night I took the recommendation of a work colleague and made a trip to Mien Tay, a Vietnamese restaurant on Lavender Hill near Clapham Junction. And boy am I glad I did.
As we walked up to the restaurant, the steamy windows drew us in from the chilly night outside. On the inside the place is pretty unassuming. Mirrors line the walls on two sides, and flaky magnolia paint adorns the rest. The main restaurant is raised up from street level, and kitted out in wicker furniture and paper table cloths. It looks very similar to its East End counterparts on the Kingsland Road, which is no bad thing.
Lifted by the shabby chic decor, the Bear and I plonked ourselves down for a feast.
First off, the drinks. The restaurant is bring your own booze, but the Bear and I stuck to non-alcoholic alternatives. He went for the Vietnamese coffee, which is served in a two tier contraption, with condensed milk in the bottom and the brewing coffee in the top. When the coffee is ready you pour it into the milk. If you're a fan of sweet coffee you'll like this, I had one sip and it gave me an instant sugar high. I went for the homemade lemonade, which was beautiful, and again, very sweet.
To start we ordered a Tofu and Bean Sprout Pancake and Roasted Whole Quail. The dishes come out when they're ready, and my pancake made the first appearance. It was huge, and very tasty. The crisp batter gave a delightful crunch which contrasted with the soft tofu beautifully. We thought they might have forgotten the quail so the Bear ate half of my starter, only to be faced with a whole bird to eat.
We over-ordered on the main course too. I went for the Tamarind Prawns and Vegetable Rice and the Bear ordered Whole Sea bass and Seafood Vermicelli.
The tamarind prawns were beautiful. They were coated in a sticky sweet tamarind sauce which oozed around the tender meat of the prawns - by far the best dish of the meal. The seabass was of an equal standard. The skin had been cooked so it crackled, with deep scores down its sides allowing the chilli and spice to soak into the succulent flesh. The mixture of coriander, chilli, ginger, garlic and onion was tip top. All fresh, all delicious.
The side dishes (which were bigger than the mains) were average. Vegetable rice is pretty much just vegetable rice. The seafood vermicelli came in a large bowl, with its constituent parts placed separately. There is a childish joy in mushing stuff together, and it was tasty, but it didn't sparkle like the other dishes, and the mussels were a little grey.
The service through out the meal was excellent and the total bill came to £42 including service, which was great value considering the amount of food we had. We could have done without at least a third of it.
I will definitely be back to Mien Tay. In fact, the Bear made his second trip only three days later. It must be a hit.
As we walked up to the restaurant, the steamy windows drew us in from the chilly night outside. On the inside the place is pretty unassuming. Mirrors line the walls on two sides, and flaky magnolia paint adorns the rest. The main restaurant is raised up from street level, and kitted out in wicker furniture and paper table cloths. It looks very similar to its East End counterparts on the Kingsland Road, which is no bad thing.
Lifted by the shabby chic decor, the Bear and I plonked ourselves down for a feast.
First off, the drinks. The restaurant is bring your own booze, but the Bear and I stuck to non-alcoholic alternatives. He went for the Vietnamese coffee, which is served in a two tier contraption, with condensed milk in the bottom and the brewing coffee in the top. When the coffee is ready you pour it into the milk. If you're a fan of sweet coffee you'll like this, I had one sip and it gave me an instant sugar high. I went for the homemade lemonade, which was beautiful, and again, very sweet.
To start we ordered a Tofu and Bean Sprout Pancake and Roasted Whole Quail. The dishes come out when they're ready, and my pancake made the first appearance. It was huge, and very tasty. The crisp batter gave a delightful crunch which contrasted with the soft tofu beautifully. We thought they might have forgotten the quail so the Bear ate half of my starter, only to be faced with a whole bird to eat.
We over-ordered on the main course too. I went for the Tamarind Prawns and Vegetable Rice and the Bear ordered Whole Sea bass and Seafood Vermicelli.
The tamarind prawns were beautiful. They were coated in a sticky sweet tamarind sauce which oozed around the tender meat of the prawns - by far the best dish of the meal. The seabass was of an equal standard. The skin had been cooked so it crackled, with deep scores down its sides allowing the chilli and spice to soak into the succulent flesh. The mixture of coriander, chilli, ginger, garlic and onion was tip top. All fresh, all delicious.
The side dishes (which were bigger than the mains) were average. Vegetable rice is pretty much just vegetable rice. The seafood vermicelli came in a large bowl, with its constituent parts placed separately. There is a childish joy in mushing stuff together, and it was tasty, but it didn't sparkle like the other dishes, and the mussels were a little grey.
The service through out the meal was excellent and the total bill came to £42 including service, which was great value considering the amount of food we had. We could have done without at least a third of it.
I will definitely be back to Mien Tay. In fact, the Bear made his second trip only three days later. It must be a hit.
Friday, 9 October 2009
Zilli Fish - Brewer St - Soho - 9/10
This week I went for a girlie night out with Bangers and Bean (don't ask). We decided to go to Zilli Fish as they have an amazing set menu at the moment. Three courses for £19.90 - not bad.
The last time I went to Aldo Zilli's restaurant was on my 21st Birthday many moons ago, and it made a significant impact. I was worried that the restaurant wouldn't live up to my memories of Tuna Carpaccio and Lobster Spaghetti. I shouldn't have fretted.
We met in the pub first - The Warwick - which has a 50% off happy hour between 5pm - 8pm seven days a week - which is pretty impressive. This meant we had already consumed a bottle of wine before we even darkened the doors of Zilli.
We were greeted at the door by a very friendly Maitre d' and were offered any seat in the house practically. The restaurant was a tad on the empty side, but the room is encased by floor to ceiling windows, so the view of Soho is enough to make the place feel busy.
We all ordered the same thing, Thai Mussels to start and Spicy Seafood Spaghetti for mains. Plus a bottle of house white (of course). The starter was very generous, full of citrus and chilli, and perfectly cooked. The mussels were juicy and fat. My only complaint being there was nothing to soak up the beautiful broth with. A couple of pieces of bread would have been a nice touch.
The spaghetti was just as good. It was full to the brim with squid, prawns, langoustine, mussels and clams. The sauce was deep and warm with the heat of the chilli, and very comforting on the first drenched day of Autumn. There is nothing I can criticise about this dish. It was perfect.
The service throughout the meal was impeccable. Not once did we have to pour our own drinks and the speed of delivery was just right. We were given enough time to have a good old chin wag but not wonder where the food was. We were feeling so happy and well fed that we ordered another bottle of wine - oh dear!
We took a while to decide whether we wanted dessert or not, and in the end went for two between three of us. We shared the Pannacotta with Summer Fruit Coulis and Bannofee Pie. The Pannacotta was a large dome with a lashings of coulis. The texture was smooth and worked perfectly with the tartness of the fruit. The bannofee pie was pure cream with a bit of banana and toffee sandwiched between the biscuit base. It was very naughty and very nice.
The total was £104.00 including service, which isn't bad for a celebrity chef's restaurant, three courses, excellent food and damn-near perfect service. The only minus was the lack of atmosphere. But I'm sure on a Saturday night, when it's fully booked, the place is magic.
The three of us tottered very merrily through the deluge to Piccadilly Station.
The last time I went to Aldo Zilli's restaurant was on my 21st Birthday many moons ago, and it made a significant impact. I was worried that the restaurant wouldn't live up to my memories of Tuna Carpaccio and Lobster Spaghetti. I shouldn't have fretted.
We met in the pub first - The Warwick - which has a 50% off happy hour between 5pm - 8pm seven days a week - which is pretty impressive. This meant we had already consumed a bottle of wine before we even darkened the doors of Zilli.
We were greeted at the door by a very friendly Maitre d' and were offered any seat in the house practically. The restaurant was a tad on the empty side, but the room is encased by floor to ceiling windows, so the view of Soho is enough to make the place feel busy.
We all ordered the same thing, Thai Mussels to start and Spicy Seafood Spaghetti for mains. Plus a bottle of house white (of course). The starter was very generous, full of citrus and chilli, and perfectly cooked. The mussels were juicy and fat. My only complaint being there was nothing to soak up the beautiful broth with. A couple of pieces of bread would have been a nice touch.
The spaghetti was just as good. It was full to the brim with squid, prawns, langoustine, mussels and clams. The sauce was deep and warm with the heat of the chilli, and very comforting on the first drenched day of Autumn. There is nothing I can criticise about this dish. It was perfect.
The service throughout the meal was impeccable. Not once did we have to pour our own drinks and the speed of delivery was just right. We were given enough time to have a good old chin wag but not wonder where the food was. We were feeling so happy and well fed that we ordered another bottle of wine - oh dear!
We took a while to decide whether we wanted dessert or not, and in the end went for two between three of us. We shared the Pannacotta with Summer Fruit Coulis and Bannofee Pie. The Pannacotta was a large dome with a lashings of coulis. The texture was smooth and worked perfectly with the tartness of the fruit. The bannofee pie was pure cream with a bit of banana and toffee sandwiched between the biscuit base. It was very naughty and very nice.
The total was £104.00 including service, which isn't bad for a celebrity chef's restaurant, three courses, excellent food and damn-near perfect service. The only minus was the lack of atmosphere. But I'm sure on a Saturday night, when it's fully booked, the place is magic.
The three of us tottered very merrily through the deluge to Piccadilly Station.
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Tangawizi - Richmond Road, St Margarets - 5/10
The other night, the Bear and I tried out an Indian restaurant down the road that has come in for some pretty high praise. Tangawizi - which means ginger in Swahili - was awarded the Michelin Bib Gourmand award 2007, 2008 and 2009, and garnered rave reviews from Time Out, Good Food Guide etc. Seeing as it is practically on our doorstep, we decided it would be rude not to give it a go.
We didn't get off to a good start. Earlier in the day we'd book a table for two, but about an hour before our meal, my parents and sister said they fancied coming. So I rang the restaurant to see whether this would be possible. They told me it was probably not, but they'd ring me back in ten minutes and let me know for sure. Good old Mum and Dad decided it wasn't worth the hassle, so I rang back and said we'd just keep the original booking. Ten minutes later I get a call to say that they did have a table for five. By this point I thought there's no point complicating matters further, so I accepted the table for five and off we toddled to the restaurant.
We got there, and there was only a table for two. Brilliant. Two different members of staff had spoken to me, but not to each other apparently. Poor Mum, Dad and Little Sis were banished to the Greek Restaurant over the road.
Although this might seem trivial, it indicated a lack of communication between the front of house staff which didn't bode well.
We were taken to our table, which was right at the back of the restaurant, crammed into the smallest space I've ever seen. The whole restaurant is pretty pokey, and I didn't feel very relaxed at all. The decoration is ultra modern, dark, purple and sensuous, complete with a nod to traditional curry houses in the form of purple and orange jewel encrusted flock wallpaper. The cramped space would be more tolerable if there wasn't the constant thud of bad house music in the background. Give me some soothing sitar any day over that! It felt like we were eating in a sleazy nightclub not a top notch Indian.
The staff are all dressed in traditional North Indian clothes to go with the traditional North Indian menu, and our waiter was very poite. We gave our order and waited for the food.
Our starters came in record time. I went for the Vegetarian Platter to start, which included Mango Paneer (cheese), Samosas, Fresh Mint Tikki (potato cakes), and Mixed Vegetable Pakora. It was nicely presented and the flavours were bursting. The dish was served with a trio of sauces, chilli, tamarind and mint which complimented the dish beautifully. This starter was probably the highlight of the meal.
The Bear went for the Duck Tikki, which is Tandoori roasted duck. It was a pretty small portion for the £10 price tag and was woefully overcooked. Poor Bear.
Our plates were cleared and we waited for a full two minutes - yes two minutes - before our mains arrived. "How on earth did we last such a long time between courses?" I hear you ask. Do not despair. During this short time, they managed to serve us, what was meant to be an Amuse Bouche, but was in fact a shot of Mango Lassi. This would have been a nice addition to the meal, had we not both been drinking a glass of mango lassi at the time. If you're going to give out Amuse Bouche in between courses, at least make sure they're blooming amusing!
Service can be bad for a multitude of reasons, one of which is too speedy delivery. At a restaurant like this you expect an understanding that a meal is not just a necessity, but something to be savoured and enjoyed over time. Otherwise, we might just as well stay home and eat in front of Eastenders. TWO MINUTES. Outrageous.
The food was tasty though. I went for the Goanese Prawn Curry, which is cooked in coconut, chilli and lime. The sauce was gloopy and perfect for gathering up in a decent chunk of garlic nan. There was a generous number of prawns, and I was fit to burst once finished.
The Bear went for the Chilli Lamb Kadhai, which is pieces of spring lamb cooked with onions, peppers and fresh green chillies. It was good. He ate it. We had a Dahl Tadka to share, which was average.
We were too full for desert, but were offered some Kulfi pieces with the bill, which was a nice touch.
Here's the part that hurts. The total bill came to £56.85 without service and with no alcohol. Now, I would happily pay this much for a curry if everything was perfect. But the service and atmosphere really did spoil things. We felt like herded cattle, moved on as quickly as possible to make way for the next cash cow. The food was good. But I've had similarly good curries for much less - once such place being Joy in Surbiton. I shan't be going back to Tangawizi. It didn't live up to the hype for me. But by all means give it a go. Maybe we just caught them on a bad night.
I wish I'd been banished to the Greek Restaurant over the road with the rest of the clan.
We didn't get off to a good start. Earlier in the day we'd book a table for two, but about an hour before our meal, my parents and sister said they fancied coming. So I rang the restaurant to see whether this would be possible. They told me it was probably not, but they'd ring me back in ten minutes and let me know for sure. Good old Mum and Dad decided it wasn't worth the hassle, so I rang back and said we'd just keep the original booking. Ten minutes later I get a call to say that they did have a table for five. By this point I thought there's no point complicating matters further, so I accepted the table for five and off we toddled to the restaurant.
We got there, and there was only a table for two. Brilliant. Two different members of staff had spoken to me, but not to each other apparently. Poor Mum, Dad and Little Sis were banished to the Greek Restaurant over the road.
Although this might seem trivial, it indicated a lack of communication between the front of house staff which didn't bode well.
We were taken to our table, which was right at the back of the restaurant, crammed into the smallest space I've ever seen. The whole restaurant is pretty pokey, and I didn't feel very relaxed at all. The decoration is ultra modern, dark, purple and sensuous, complete with a nod to traditional curry houses in the form of purple and orange jewel encrusted flock wallpaper. The cramped space would be more tolerable if there wasn't the constant thud of bad house music in the background. Give me some soothing sitar any day over that! It felt like we were eating in a sleazy nightclub not a top notch Indian.
The staff are all dressed in traditional North Indian clothes to go with the traditional North Indian menu, and our waiter was very poite. We gave our order and waited for the food.
Our starters came in record time. I went for the Vegetarian Platter to start, which included Mango Paneer (cheese), Samosas, Fresh Mint Tikki (potato cakes), and Mixed Vegetable Pakora. It was nicely presented and the flavours were bursting. The dish was served with a trio of sauces, chilli, tamarind and mint which complimented the dish beautifully. This starter was probably the highlight of the meal.
The Bear went for the Duck Tikki, which is Tandoori roasted duck. It was a pretty small portion for the £10 price tag and was woefully overcooked. Poor Bear.
Our plates were cleared and we waited for a full two minutes - yes two minutes - before our mains arrived. "How on earth did we last such a long time between courses?" I hear you ask. Do not despair. During this short time, they managed to serve us, what was meant to be an Amuse Bouche, but was in fact a shot of Mango Lassi. This would have been a nice addition to the meal, had we not both been drinking a glass of mango lassi at the time. If you're going to give out Amuse Bouche in between courses, at least make sure they're blooming amusing!
Service can be bad for a multitude of reasons, one of which is too speedy delivery. At a restaurant like this you expect an understanding that a meal is not just a necessity, but something to be savoured and enjoyed over time. Otherwise, we might just as well stay home and eat in front of Eastenders. TWO MINUTES. Outrageous.
The food was tasty though. I went for the Goanese Prawn Curry, which is cooked in coconut, chilli and lime. The sauce was gloopy and perfect for gathering up in a decent chunk of garlic nan. There was a generous number of prawns, and I was fit to burst once finished.
The Bear went for the Chilli Lamb Kadhai, which is pieces of spring lamb cooked with onions, peppers and fresh green chillies. It was good. He ate it. We had a Dahl Tadka to share, which was average.
We were too full for desert, but were offered some Kulfi pieces with the bill, which was a nice touch.
Here's the part that hurts. The total bill came to £56.85 without service and with no alcohol. Now, I would happily pay this much for a curry if everything was perfect. But the service and atmosphere really did spoil things. We felt like herded cattle, moved on as quickly as possible to make way for the next cash cow. The food was good. But I've had similarly good curries for much less - once such place being Joy in Surbiton. I shan't be going back to Tangawizi. It didn't live up to the hype for me. But by all means give it a go. Maybe we just caught them on a bad night.
I wish I'd been banished to the Greek Restaurant over the road with the rest of the clan.
Monday, 5 October 2009
A Burger in a Corset - Ed's Easy Diners - Old Compton Street - 7/10
The other week, the Bear and I went to the London International Tattoo Convention at Tobacco Docks in Wapping. It was amazing! As well as some awesome tattoos, we saw some scary burlesque and a lot of cool clothes. We didn't get any ink, but I did blow a small fortune on a pair of shoes and my first ever corset - or waist cincher to be precise. I was so pleased with my new purchase that I put it on over my top straight away.
A corset is a weird thing, because all at once you can't breathe but you're filled with a new found confidence. The Bear and I were planning on being out all night, and I fully intended to wear my new purchase until the very end. That was until I went to Ed's Easy Diner on Old Compton Street.
I don't know if you've ever tried sitting down comfortably in a corset, let alone eat a burger in one, but it certainly isn't easy.
We were meeting some friends in Soho after the convention for a drink or two, but we were starving. The food at the convention was pretty rubbish. It was getting on for 9pm so a quick bite was on the cards.
We decided to go to Ed's Easy Diner on Old Compton Street. It's part of a small chain, with two other restaurants in the capital. Ed's is your classic retro American diner, complete with 1950's jukeboxes, swivel seats and shakes. Just sitting at the bar was pretty painful. Seriously, I don't think I've ever sat up straight for that long. But no pain no gain.
We ordered a Best of Ed's Fantastic Combo each and had a flick through the jukebox.
There is a bar that surrounds a central cooking area where you can watch you meal being prepared. The staff can walk between the grill and the bar to take your order. The whole place is buzzing and alive with the smell of cooking beef burgers and malted shakes. The nice thing about Ed's is that although its small, busy, noisy and a tad claustrophobic, it feels very relaxed. The staff smile at everyone who walks in the door. Apart from the guy actually cooking the food. He looked pretty miffed to be honest.
I went for the Sundried Tomato, Olive and Mozzarella Burger, which came with Onion Rings, Fries and Coleslaw. It was bloody tasty. The corset prevented me from finishing it all, but the onions rings were chunky and crisp, the burger was juicy and looked like it was made from fresh vegetables. The chips were OK. The Bear went for the Chicken New Yorker with a fried egg, which kept him quiet for five minutes or so.
The only thing that pissed me off about this place was the jukebox. We duly put our twenty pence into that damn thing, and did it work? Did it bollocks. The sound system played out Dusty Springfield about thirty thousand times, but no David Bowie, not even a note!
I managed to wolf down about half my food before I thought I was going to burst at the seems and fall to the floor in a big gooey burger mess. Needless to say, the corset came off pretty soon after. Next time I wear it, I won't be sitting down to a fried meal, that's for sure.
Altogether, two combo meals, two diet "colas" and service came to £24.24. Which ain't bad. Marks deducted for the jukebox scandal. A good alternative to McDonald's or Burger King though, and their milkshakes are awesome.
A corset is a weird thing, because all at once you can't breathe but you're filled with a new found confidence. The Bear and I were planning on being out all night, and I fully intended to wear my new purchase until the very end. That was until I went to Ed's Easy Diner on Old Compton Street.
I don't know if you've ever tried sitting down comfortably in a corset, let alone eat a burger in one, but it certainly isn't easy.
We were meeting some friends in Soho after the convention for a drink or two, but we were starving. The food at the convention was pretty rubbish. It was getting on for 9pm so a quick bite was on the cards.
We decided to go to Ed's Easy Diner on Old Compton Street. It's part of a small chain, with two other restaurants in the capital. Ed's is your classic retro American diner, complete with 1950's jukeboxes, swivel seats and shakes. Just sitting at the bar was pretty painful. Seriously, I don't think I've ever sat up straight for that long. But no pain no gain.
We ordered a Best of Ed's Fantastic Combo each and had a flick through the jukebox.
There is a bar that surrounds a central cooking area where you can watch you meal being prepared. The staff can walk between the grill and the bar to take your order. The whole place is buzzing and alive with the smell of cooking beef burgers and malted shakes. The nice thing about Ed's is that although its small, busy, noisy and a tad claustrophobic, it feels very relaxed. The staff smile at everyone who walks in the door. Apart from the guy actually cooking the food. He looked pretty miffed to be honest.
I went for the Sundried Tomato, Olive and Mozzarella Burger, which came with Onion Rings, Fries and Coleslaw. It was bloody tasty. The corset prevented me from finishing it all, but the onions rings were chunky and crisp, the burger was juicy and looked like it was made from fresh vegetables. The chips were OK. The Bear went for the Chicken New Yorker with a fried egg, which kept him quiet for five minutes or so.
The only thing that pissed me off about this place was the jukebox. We duly put our twenty pence into that damn thing, and did it work? Did it bollocks. The sound system played out Dusty Springfield about thirty thousand times, but no David Bowie, not even a note!
I managed to wolf down about half my food before I thought I was going to burst at the seems and fall to the floor in a big gooey burger mess. Needless to say, the corset came off pretty soon after. Next time I wear it, I won't be sitting down to a fried meal, that's for sure.
Altogether, two combo meals, two diet "colas" and service came to £24.24. Which ain't bad. Marks deducted for the jukebox scandal. A good alternative to McDonald's or Burger King though, and their milkshakes are awesome.
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
Abeno - Museum Street - London - 8.5/10
Luckily for me, the Bear had this Monday off work, so we decided to make the most of it, and try out a different kind of Japanese food. A couple of weeks ago we were browsing through an old 1000 Things To Do In London Time Out book, and we happened upon an entry about Abeno. This restaurant specialises in Okonomi-Yaki, which literally means "cook a little of what you like". Surprisingly, this type of Japanese street food isn't that well known, despite a recent surge in Japanese restaurants, and almost every sandwich shop in the capital selling Sushi. We had to give it a go.
The restaurant is situated on a road very close to the British Museum. It's pretty unassuming. A beige exterior with a little side door leads to a beige interior furnished with table after table equipped with it's own hot plate. It's not that busy and we're seated straight away.
We're given the menus, which come in Japanese and English, and a variety of specials and lunch deals are offered as well. The menu explains exactly what constitutes Okonomi-Yaki. They are "variations on a theme, the theme being a base of cabbage, egg and dough with spring onions, ginger and morsels of tempura' batter filled with a choice of filling and cooked in front of you." We order and wait for the theatre to begin.
First off we ordered some Yaki-Gyoza filled with prawns and fresh asparagus. The lovely looking fresh dumplings arrive with our waiter at our table, and he proceeded to fry the bottom of them, and then cleverly steam them underneath a metal dome with a splash of water, right there in front of us. The entire cooking process is part of the experience. The finished product was very tasty and the filling was very fresh. Some of the best dumplings I've had recently. My only complaint would be, why serve five? When you know there are two people at a table, why an odd number, why not serve six, or even four?
Next came the Piri-Piri Edamame, which are cooked soya beans in a chilli sauce. They were OK, although I couldn't really taste the chilli, and the serving was piteously small. I could buy five times that amount in Wagamama or some such place, for the same price - £3.50!
Now for the main event. Our lovely waiter returned to the table with two metal bowls containing our raw Okonomi-Yaki. The Bear went for the Tokyo mix - pork, prawns and squid, and I for the Tofu mix - tofu and sweetcorn. Our waiter mixed each bowl individually until the ingredients were thoroughly mashed together, and then spooned them onto the hot plate so they resembled a thick pancake. He then place the metal dome onto top to let them cook for a while.
Whilst this was taking place we managed to pick the waiters brains on Japanese food, and this restaurant in particular. It turns out that it's been there for 9 years, who knew! They opened another restaurant in Soho a couple of years ago, and have recently opened restaurant in Hampstead under the same name. We also managed to find out that he lived in Japan for four years, which is why he knew so much about it. He was very courteous and not at all put out by our questions.
Once the Okonomi-Yaki was cooked on both sides, he started the next stage - decoration! Each filling has a recommended decoration of different sauces and accompaniments. The Bear's Tokyo Mix was beautifully decorated in a spiral of Japanese Mayonnaise (which has rice vinegar in it making it slightly sweeter than normal), Okonomi-Yaki sauce, which has a close resemblance to our own HP, Powdered Seaweed, and Dried Smoked Fish Flakes. The end product was a complete work of art.
My Tofu Mix is traditionally decorated with Mirin (a type of rice wine), Powdered Seaweed and Dried Smoked Fish Flakes. Both Okonomi-Yaki looked a picture. And the fish flakes kept twitching in the heat of the hot plate. Quite a spectacle. The lovely waiter left us with the various condiments so we could add to it if we wished.
Now for the taste test. You attack the thing with a kind of mini shovel whilst it remains on the hot plate and then eat it with chopsticks, which is enormous fun. It tastes like nothing I have ever tried before. The mix of flavours and sauces is a heady Asian cocktail. The texture is a halfway house between Fritatta and Scrambled Egg. You could imagine eating this on a cold wintry day and feeling warm and dozy. Proper comfort food.
We went for the Super Deluxe version, which was perfect for The Bear, but far too much for me, especially with the starters. We were so full that there wasn't even a fleeting thought about pudding.
The bill came to £41.40 without service (which was excellent) which I think is pretty steep for lunch. But we did have the works in terms of food. No booze though.
The Okonomi-Yaki were worth every penny, so the restaurant gets two thumbs up for that. But a couple of things let it down. The starters were really overpriced for what they were. £3.50 for a small bowl of soya beans is just not on. And £5.50 for five dumplings is taking the piss.
If they sort out the disparity between the price for mains and starters, this place would be a 10/10. But as it is 8.5/10 will have to suffice.
The restaurant is situated on a road very close to the British Museum. It's pretty unassuming. A beige exterior with a little side door leads to a beige interior furnished with table after table equipped with it's own hot plate. It's not that busy and we're seated straight away.
We're given the menus, which come in Japanese and English, and a variety of specials and lunch deals are offered as well. The menu explains exactly what constitutes Okonomi-Yaki. They are "variations on a theme, the theme being a base of cabbage, egg and dough with spring onions, ginger and morsels of tempura' batter filled with a choice of filling and cooked in front of you." We order and wait for the theatre to begin.
First off we ordered some Yaki-Gyoza filled with prawns and fresh asparagus. The lovely looking fresh dumplings arrive with our waiter at our table, and he proceeded to fry the bottom of them, and then cleverly steam them underneath a metal dome with a splash of water, right there in front of us. The entire cooking process is part of the experience. The finished product was very tasty and the filling was very fresh. Some of the best dumplings I've had recently. My only complaint would be, why serve five? When you know there are two people at a table, why an odd number, why not serve six, or even four?
Next came the Piri-Piri Edamame, which are cooked soya beans in a chilli sauce. They were OK, although I couldn't really taste the chilli, and the serving was piteously small. I could buy five times that amount in Wagamama or some such place, for the same price - £3.50!
Now for the main event. Our lovely waiter returned to the table with two metal bowls containing our raw Okonomi-Yaki. The Bear went for the Tokyo mix - pork, prawns and squid, and I for the Tofu mix - tofu and sweetcorn. Our waiter mixed each bowl individually until the ingredients were thoroughly mashed together, and then spooned them onto the hot plate so they resembled a thick pancake. He then place the metal dome onto top to let them cook for a while.
Whilst this was taking place we managed to pick the waiters brains on Japanese food, and this restaurant in particular. It turns out that it's been there for 9 years, who knew! They opened another restaurant in Soho a couple of years ago, and have recently opened restaurant in Hampstead under the same name. We also managed to find out that he lived in Japan for four years, which is why he knew so much about it. He was very courteous and not at all put out by our questions.
Once the Okonomi-Yaki was cooked on both sides, he started the next stage - decoration! Each filling has a recommended decoration of different sauces and accompaniments. The Bear's Tokyo Mix was beautifully decorated in a spiral of Japanese Mayonnaise (which has rice vinegar in it making it slightly sweeter than normal), Okonomi-Yaki sauce, which has a close resemblance to our own HP, Powdered Seaweed, and Dried Smoked Fish Flakes. The end product was a complete work of art.
My Tofu Mix is traditionally decorated with Mirin (a type of rice wine), Powdered Seaweed and Dried Smoked Fish Flakes. Both Okonomi-Yaki looked a picture. And the fish flakes kept twitching in the heat of the hot plate. Quite a spectacle. The lovely waiter left us with the various condiments so we could add to it if we wished.
Now for the taste test. You attack the thing with a kind of mini shovel whilst it remains on the hot plate and then eat it with chopsticks, which is enormous fun. It tastes like nothing I have ever tried before. The mix of flavours and sauces is a heady Asian cocktail. The texture is a halfway house between Fritatta and Scrambled Egg. You could imagine eating this on a cold wintry day and feeling warm and dozy. Proper comfort food.
We went for the Super Deluxe version, which was perfect for The Bear, but far too much for me, especially with the starters. We were so full that there wasn't even a fleeting thought about pudding.
The bill came to £41.40 without service (which was excellent) which I think is pretty steep for lunch. But we did have the works in terms of food. No booze though.
The Okonomi-Yaki were worth every penny, so the restaurant gets two thumbs up for that. But a couple of things let it down. The starters were really overpriced for what they were. £3.50 for a small bowl of soya beans is just not on. And £5.50 for five dumplings is taking the piss.
If they sort out the disparity between the price for mains and starters, this place would be a 10/10. But as it is 8.5/10 will have to suffice.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
Harvest Fayre - River Cottage - Dorset - 6/10
On Sunday morning after our meal at the Three Horseshoes Inn in Powerstock, we made our way to River Cottage - think Channel 4 and Hugh Fearnly-Whittingstall. They great man himself had opened the farm up for the day for a Harvest Fayre.
After negotiating some very tight bends on some very narrow country roads, we made it to the farm. There was quite a lot to see and do, from craft displays, to a catapult range, book signings and demonstrations, as well as food stalls.
We had a little look round and sampled some of the local produce on offer. From Elderflower Fizz to cheese, meat and jam, the show displayed the best the West Country had to offer. I ended up spending quite a lot at the South Devon Chilli Farm stall.
Gareth, the Bear and I had a go at the catapult, but none of us were much cop.
We then settled down to watch the duck and dog display with a bowl of spinach and chickpea tagine. It was very tasty, with a dollop of natural yoghurt on top. Just right for a lounge on the grass. It was a shame about the display though. Pretty boring if you ask me.
I'm glad I went to River Cottage and saw Hugh in action. But I have to say, that I felt a little removed from it all. As a staunch townie, it was just a little bit too country for me. I like the food, believe me. I'm just not that into hand made knives, old-school carpentry and basket weaving. Sorry.
I reckon I could be tempted back for one of his dinners though.
After negotiating some very tight bends on some very narrow country roads, we made it to the farm. There was quite a lot to see and do, from craft displays, to a catapult range, book signings and demonstrations, as well as food stalls.
We had a little look round and sampled some of the local produce on offer. From Elderflower Fizz to cheese, meat and jam, the show displayed the best the West Country had to offer. I ended up spending quite a lot at the South Devon Chilli Farm stall.
Gareth, the Bear and I had a go at the catapult, but none of us were much cop.
We then settled down to watch the duck and dog display with a bowl of spinach and chickpea tagine. It was very tasty, with a dollop of natural yoghurt on top. Just right for a lounge on the grass. It was a shame about the display though. Pretty boring if you ask me.
I'm glad I went to River Cottage and saw Hugh in action. But I have to say, that I felt a little removed from it all. As a staunch townie, it was just a little bit too country for me. I like the food, believe me. I'm just not that into hand made knives, old-school carpentry and basket weaving. Sorry.
I reckon I could be tempted back for one of his dinners though.
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
The Three Horseshoes Inn - Powerstock - Dorset - 7/10
It's been a while. Awfully sorry about that. I've been away and got lazy. I went to Sardinia and ate some fantastic food. If you ever get the chance you should go there and eat your way through a proper Sardinian meal. It's HUGE. Unfortunately I went away a while ago, and it wouldn't do the food justice for me to try and remember it properly, but take my word, it's good.
LUNCH:
More recently, I went to Dorset. Christmas last I got the Bear a voucher to go zorbing. If you haven't heard of it, is attaching yourself to the inside of a big plastic bubble and throwing yourself down a massive hill. The zorbing centre was just outside Dorchester so we decided to make a weekend of it and stay over in Dorset for a couple of nights. We scheduled in some excellent eating opportunities too.
We made it to the zorbing in record time on the Saturday morning and it was quite an experience. I loved every second of it! But the Bear was less impressed, and looked decidedly green after our little tumble.
We still had a good half an hour in the car before we got to the pub we were staying in, and the mix of hunger and adrenalin was starting to fray our tempers slightly. (Along with the Bear's insistence on not stopping at roundabouts!) We wound round tiny country lanes, up and down hills, for what seem like an eternity, and then finally we came to our home for the night. The Three Horseshoes Inn.
The pub is a proper old-man's pub, in a stone building, in the middle of a small village, consisting of a church, the pub, a primary school and a few houses. Perfect.
The pub has a restaurant one side, the bar the other, and a lovely stone terrace out the back, with stunning views of the rolling Dorset hills. We were shown to our room, which was a bit chintzy, but adequate, and then rushed back down to the pub for some lunch.
The lunch menu changes everyday, and is written on a blackboard opposite the bar. There are ten or so choices and we were easily decided. The bar itself, has a thatched roof above it, which is very cheery.
We decide to brave the wasps, and sit outside on the terrace. Despite it being September, the sun was out and blazing, and the view was just beautiful. We couldn't have hoped for better weather or a nicer setting.
I went for the sweet potato and goat's cheese risotto. It was beautifully presented, perfectly seasoned and sprinkled with balsamic. The Bear went for the Ham, Egg and Chips. The eggs were very fresh, and the yolk exploded with orangy goodness when speared by a chunky, crispy chip. The ham was thick cut and local.
We were so impressed by lunch, that we booked the restaurant for us and our chums for dinner.
DINNER:
After a trip to Lyme Regis, which included some fresh seafood (crab meat, whelks, prawns and cockles) and a cream tea, plus a little snooze on the beach in the September sunshine, we returned to the pub, with our chums in tow.
The sun was just setting behind the hills, so we enjoyed a local ale or two on the terrace and admired the vista. After a while it got a little chilly so we joined the rest of the pub's customers in the bar for a hearty meal.
Angela, Gareth and I went for the Scallops in a Lobster Bisque to start. It was excellent. The bisque was thick and full of flavour, and the fresh scallops melted in the mouth. The Bear had a Chicken and Spring Onion Salad with Mustard Mayo. He said it was very tasty and light. Which was good considering the epic proportions of his man course!
For mains, I went for the Fillet of Red Snapper with Crushed New Potatoes and Sun Dried Tomatoes. The fish was ever so slightly over cooked, but not so much that the dish was ruined, I just would have preferred it on the pink side. The crushed potatoes were exquisite. Sometimes you find crushed new potatoes have just been attacked by a spatula, but these were excellently flavoured with garlic and olive oil. They were really quite a treat. All in all, a pretty tasty main course.
Gareth went for the Whole Pigeon, which he said was a little dry, but very nice. Ange and The Bear went for the Whole Mallard with Orange and Ginger. It was huge!! Half the amount of duck would have been a big meal. The Bear did very well and managed to finish the whole thing (with the help of one of the pub's springer spaniels). And Ange did admirably, consuming at least two thirds.
As you can imagine, we were all pretty full, so we gave the puds a miss. Although they were very tempting, with everything on offer, from Star Anise Creme Brulee, Poached Pears, Sticky Toffee Pudding etc.
After a big meal, plenty of booze (including three after dinner brandies), it was very nice to be able to toddle up the stairs to bed. Albeit a chintzy one. The only slight niggle was the church bells going off every fifteen minutes throughout the night. I'm sure that didn't help the Bear with his digestion!
The whole lot, from the first pint on the terrace, to the last brandy, came to £147 without service. What a bloody bargain. The service was friendly and the food of a high standard. If they can stop the church bells, then I'll definitely be back.
LUNCH:
More recently, I went to Dorset. Christmas last I got the Bear a voucher to go zorbing. If you haven't heard of it, is attaching yourself to the inside of a big plastic bubble and throwing yourself down a massive hill. The zorbing centre was just outside Dorchester so we decided to make a weekend of it and stay over in Dorset for a couple of nights. We scheduled in some excellent eating opportunities too.
We made it to the zorbing in record time on the Saturday morning and it was quite an experience. I loved every second of it! But the Bear was less impressed, and looked decidedly green after our little tumble.
We still had a good half an hour in the car before we got to the pub we were staying in, and the mix of hunger and adrenalin was starting to fray our tempers slightly. (Along with the Bear's insistence on not stopping at roundabouts!) We wound round tiny country lanes, up and down hills, for what seem like an eternity, and then finally we came to our home for the night. The Three Horseshoes Inn.
The pub is a proper old-man's pub, in a stone building, in the middle of a small village, consisting of a church, the pub, a primary school and a few houses. Perfect.
The pub has a restaurant one side, the bar the other, and a lovely stone terrace out the back, with stunning views of the rolling Dorset hills. We were shown to our room, which was a bit chintzy, but adequate, and then rushed back down to the pub for some lunch.
The lunch menu changes everyday, and is written on a blackboard opposite the bar. There are ten or so choices and we were easily decided. The bar itself, has a thatched roof above it, which is very cheery.
We decide to brave the wasps, and sit outside on the terrace. Despite it being September, the sun was out and blazing, and the view was just beautiful. We couldn't have hoped for better weather or a nicer setting.
I went for the sweet potato and goat's cheese risotto. It was beautifully presented, perfectly seasoned and sprinkled with balsamic. The Bear went for the Ham, Egg and Chips. The eggs were very fresh, and the yolk exploded with orangy goodness when speared by a chunky, crispy chip. The ham was thick cut and local.
We were so impressed by lunch, that we booked the restaurant for us and our chums for dinner.
DINNER:
After a trip to Lyme Regis, which included some fresh seafood (crab meat, whelks, prawns and cockles) and a cream tea, plus a little snooze on the beach in the September sunshine, we returned to the pub, with our chums in tow.
The sun was just setting behind the hills, so we enjoyed a local ale or two on the terrace and admired the vista. After a while it got a little chilly so we joined the rest of the pub's customers in the bar for a hearty meal.
Angela, Gareth and I went for the Scallops in a Lobster Bisque to start. It was excellent. The bisque was thick and full of flavour, and the fresh scallops melted in the mouth. The Bear had a Chicken and Spring Onion Salad with Mustard Mayo. He said it was very tasty and light. Which was good considering the epic proportions of his man course!
For mains, I went for the Fillet of Red Snapper with Crushed New Potatoes and Sun Dried Tomatoes. The fish was ever so slightly over cooked, but not so much that the dish was ruined, I just would have preferred it on the pink side. The crushed potatoes were exquisite. Sometimes you find crushed new potatoes have just been attacked by a spatula, but these were excellently flavoured with garlic and olive oil. They were really quite a treat. All in all, a pretty tasty main course.
Gareth went for the Whole Pigeon, which he said was a little dry, but very nice. Ange and The Bear went for the Whole Mallard with Orange and Ginger. It was huge!! Half the amount of duck would have been a big meal. The Bear did very well and managed to finish the whole thing (with the help of one of the pub's springer spaniels). And Ange did admirably, consuming at least two thirds.
As you can imagine, we were all pretty full, so we gave the puds a miss. Although they were very tempting, with everything on offer, from Star Anise Creme Brulee, Poached Pears, Sticky Toffee Pudding etc.
After a big meal, plenty of booze (including three after dinner brandies), it was very nice to be able to toddle up the stairs to bed. Albeit a chintzy one. The only slight niggle was the church bells going off every fifteen minutes throughout the night. I'm sure that didn't help the Bear with his digestion!
The whole lot, from the first pint on the terrace, to the last brandy, came to £147 without service. What a bloody bargain. The service was friendly and the food of a high standard. If they can stop the church bells, then I'll definitely be back.
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
Sitaaray - Dury Lane - London - 5/10
It was a very muggy day, like most of August thus far, and I was trudging through the tourists on Dury Lane to find Sitaaray. When I booked the restaurant I was really looking forward to it. I'm a massive curry fan. But the weather on this particular afternoon made me crave a fruit salad rather than a slap up Indian feast. As ever dedicated to the cause, I soldiered on.
Sitaaray is located on London's Dury Lane, which was heaving with tourists walking too slowly, and generally being a nuisance. So it was surprising to say the least when we walked into the restaurant to be greeted by nothing. Zilch. Not a single diner, nor any staff.
The only thing that saved the first impression of the place, was its unusual decoration. The two storey restaurant is covered ceiling to floor with Bollywood memorabilia. There are lush velvet booths, huge spangly chandeliers, and lots of red and gold. It was this alone that enamored the restaurant initially.
After a few moments a suit-clad gentleman entered the room from the kitchen to greet us. He was very courteous, and if I'm not mistaken, hugely grateful for our custom. We were sat in a booth on the second floor, which was beautiful, but a little snug. My thighs weren't designed to fit through a three inch gap between the table and chair arm, but oh well. Maybe it was a gimmick to encourage moderation.
We went for the two course set lunch menu, which included poppadoms, four grills to start, and then a selection of curries, roti and rice. Suitman asked for our dietary requirements and left us to it.
First the poppadoms came. There were all right. Although there was a distinct lack of lime pickle, which was horribly disappointing. They weren't your traditional round, plate-size poppadoms, but rather the small square ones that normally come in a packet from behind the pub counter.
Whilst tucking in our drinks came. We both went for the Mango Lassi, which was excellent. The thick yoghurty drink was thick with fruit and ice cold. The best I've had in London.
Next the starters, which were four grilled kebabs. My plate included Pudina Fish, grilled in a mint and chilli paste, Crispy Battered Fish flavoured with dill, Chapate Khumb, which is mushrooms grilled in a spicy red paste, and Methi Makkai Kabab, which is a sweetcorn patty cooked on an iron plate. All of the grills were excellent. Especially the mushrooms and the fish flavoured with dill. The presentation was pleasing as well with all the grills placed on a square stainless steel plate. The Bear was happy with his meat alternatives, which included spiced chargrilled chicken.
If I had rated the restaurant after the starters it would have got a much higher mark. Despite the lack of customers, the food so far was expertly cooked, and surprisingly light. The decor is something I've not seen before, and made you feel like you were in a Bollywood movie, with TV screens mounted on the walls playing hits. Think Hard Rock Cafe, but Bollywood.
But unfortunately, the main came, and it didn't live up to the rest of the meal. The Roti was ok, but a little greasy. The Tarka Dal and Matar Paneer were awash with cream. They was more cream than anything else. The Dal especially just had a few sad, black lentils floating like dead flies in a sea of pinky gunk. The one saving grace was the Sag, or spinach to you and me. It was cooked but not slimy, and big broad beans ran through it. There was no spinach left by the end, but quite a lot of everything else.
To recap: poppadoms - OK, mango lassi - yum yum yum, starters - pretty good, mains - bit rubbish.
One thing I will remember about Sitaaray is the loos. My, what a sight! I though I'd entered a 70's brothel. The toilets were tiled in this exquisitely kitch gold, which flowed along the walls, only interrupted by lavish mirrors. I want this toilet in my house!
Sitaaray was disappointing. The atmosphere was non-existent, and although the food started out great, it was downhill after the starter. The bill came to £40 including two courses, water, lassis and service.
I've been to better Indians. I probably won't go back to Sitaaray. But if you like a theme to your meal, then it might be worth a go. Best to go in the evening though, if you want any company.
Sitaaray is located on London's Dury Lane, which was heaving with tourists walking too slowly, and generally being a nuisance. So it was surprising to say the least when we walked into the restaurant to be greeted by nothing. Zilch. Not a single diner, nor any staff.
The only thing that saved the first impression of the place, was its unusual decoration. The two storey restaurant is covered ceiling to floor with Bollywood memorabilia. There are lush velvet booths, huge spangly chandeliers, and lots of red and gold. It was this alone that enamored the restaurant initially.
After a few moments a suit-clad gentleman entered the room from the kitchen to greet us. He was very courteous, and if I'm not mistaken, hugely grateful for our custom. We were sat in a booth on the second floor, which was beautiful, but a little snug. My thighs weren't designed to fit through a three inch gap between the table and chair arm, but oh well. Maybe it was a gimmick to encourage moderation.
We went for the two course set lunch menu, which included poppadoms, four grills to start, and then a selection of curries, roti and rice. Suitman asked for our dietary requirements and left us to it.
First the poppadoms came. There were all right. Although there was a distinct lack of lime pickle, which was horribly disappointing. They weren't your traditional round, plate-size poppadoms, but rather the small square ones that normally come in a packet from behind the pub counter.
Whilst tucking in our drinks came. We both went for the Mango Lassi, which was excellent. The thick yoghurty drink was thick with fruit and ice cold. The best I've had in London.
Next the starters, which were four grilled kebabs. My plate included Pudina Fish, grilled in a mint and chilli paste, Crispy Battered Fish flavoured with dill, Chapate Khumb, which is mushrooms grilled in a spicy red paste, and Methi Makkai Kabab, which is a sweetcorn patty cooked on an iron plate. All of the grills were excellent. Especially the mushrooms and the fish flavoured with dill. The presentation was pleasing as well with all the grills placed on a square stainless steel plate. The Bear was happy with his meat alternatives, which included spiced chargrilled chicken.
If I had rated the restaurant after the starters it would have got a much higher mark. Despite the lack of customers, the food so far was expertly cooked, and surprisingly light. The decor is something I've not seen before, and made you feel like you were in a Bollywood movie, with TV screens mounted on the walls playing hits. Think Hard Rock Cafe, but Bollywood.
But unfortunately, the main came, and it didn't live up to the rest of the meal. The Roti was ok, but a little greasy. The Tarka Dal and Matar Paneer were awash with cream. They was more cream than anything else. The Dal especially just had a few sad, black lentils floating like dead flies in a sea of pinky gunk. The one saving grace was the Sag, or spinach to you and me. It was cooked but not slimy, and big broad beans ran through it. There was no spinach left by the end, but quite a lot of everything else.
To recap: poppadoms - OK, mango lassi - yum yum yum, starters - pretty good, mains - bit rubbish.
One thing I will remember about Sitaaray is the loos. My, what a sight! I though I'd entered a 70's brothel. The toilets were tiled in this exquisitely kitch gold, which flowed along the walls, only interrupted by lavish mirrors. I want this toilet in my house!
Sitaaray was disappointing. The atmosphere was non-existent, and although the food started out great, it was downhill after the starter. The bill came to £40 including two courses, water, lassis and service.
I've been to better Indians. I probably won't go back to Sitaaray. But if you like a theme to your meal, then it might be worth a go. Best to go in the evening though, if you want any company.
Monday, 3 August 2009
Chompy's Mini Eat - Thai Metro - Charlotte Street - 5/10
The Bear and I went out for the afternoon. We had a wander round the British Museum and generally basked in the sun, for fear of it being one of the only sunny days this summer. During this lovely afternoon it was necessary to fuel up, and we decided to take a wander down Goodge Street to see what we could find.
We walked past the Thai and Chinese buffet when we saw that they were serving up onion rings!! We didn't really fancy the Spaghetti House or Ping Pong, so we decided to take a turn down Charlotte Street and try our luck there.
Almost straight away we noticed Thai Metro. It looked alright, and it had a very cheap lunch menu of two courses for £7.95. Nice.
We were quickly sat at a small but smart table in a clean and bright restaurant, full of lunch time business people. The Express Lunch menu was fairly extensive for such a low price and there were veggie options for most of the curries - although no prawns.
The Bear went for the Dumplings to start, which were a bit on the small side, but serviceable. I went for the Tempura Vegetables, which were OK. The batter was a little soggy, they weren't served with the right dipping sauce, and there was no aubergine (my personal favourite).
For the main event I went for the Tofu Red Curry, which was packed with veg and was a good size. There could have been more chilli though. The Bear went for the Chicken Panang, which he wolfed down. Pretty much without breathing.
For two courses each and two green teas (which were topped up during the meal) the bill came to £19 including service. I wouldn't go out of my way to go back, especially for an evening meal, but if you're hungry at lunch and in the area its a cheap and tasty way to go.
We walked past the Thai and Chinese buffet when we saw that they were serving up onion rings!! We didn't really fancy the Spaghetti House or Ping Pong, so we decided to take a turn down Charlotte Street and try our luck there.
Almost straight away we noticed Thai Metro. It looked alright, and it had a very cheap lunch menu of two courses for £7.95. Nice.
We were quickly sat at a small but smart table in a clean and bright restaurant, full of lunch time business people. The Express Lunch menu was fairly extensive for such a low price and there were veggie options for most of the curries - although no prawns.
The Bear went for the Dumplings to start, which were a bit on the small side, but serviceable. I went for the Tempura Vegetables, which were OK. The batter was a little soggy, they weren't served with the right dipping sauce, and there was no aubergine (my personal favourite).
For the main event I went for the Tofu Red Curry, which was packed with veg and was a good size. There could have been more chilli though. The Bear went for the Chicken Panang, which he wolfed down. Pretty much without breathing.
For two courses each and two green teas (which were topped up during the meal) the bill came to £19 including service. I wouldn't go out of my way to go back, especially for an evening meal, but if you're hungry at lunch and in the area its a cheap and tasty way to go.
Friday, 31 July 2009
Tay Do - Kingsland Road - Shoreditch - 5/10
The other night the Bear and I were taken out by The Bastard and the Rocket. The Bastard and the Rocket are good friends of ours that we met in a field in Herefordshire one damp August weekend, whilst listening to UK Apache, but enough about that!
They're a lovely couple that live in Shoreditch, which is pretty much the opposite end of London to us, so they very kindly shared a bit of local restaurant knowledge. The Kingsland Road is lined with Vietnamese restaurants and the thought of some spicy noodle soup was the only thing that got me through my eight hours in the office that day.
The particular restaurant we went to was Tay Do, which is BYOB and bright green. The place is heaving, and the windows are sweaty with condensation. It looks very inviting in a basic kind of way. We're seated towards the back of the restaurant and given the extensive menu and glasses for our beer purchased from the offy next door.
The menu is very long. Too long really. I was overwhelmed by the choice and found myself relying on our friends to tell us what they'd had before. It's one of my pet hates, long menus. Especially when most of the dishes are just repeats with different meats. Undaunted, we order and await a feast.
The starters and main courses arrive as soon as they're ready, so there's no standing on ceremony. To begin with we ordered Summer Rolls and a starter Platter, which included Ribs, Spring Rolls, Crispy Seaweed and Prawn Toast. The platter was average, the spring rolls being the stand out. The Summer Rolls were better. They're pancakes filled with prawns, spring onion, cucumber and basil, served with plum dipping sauce. They were fresh and light, so they lived up to their Summer title. And the sauce was excellent.
The main course came rapidly after the starters. I went for the fried Tilapia with Mango sauce. It was a bit disappointing. The fish was pretty solid. If you picked it up and hit it over someones head, they'd probably get a concussion. Having said that, the flavour of the spices and mango sauce was very good, just a shame they'd been incinerated. It was served with a thin spicy dipping sauce, which made it more palatable, but nearly took my head off. A few chilli tears were shed by me over that sauce.
The Bear went for a noodle soup, as did the Rocket. They were both served with a separate portion of bean sprouts, Thai basil and lemon, which you could add to your soup at will, which was a nice touch. But the Bear was a little disappointed with the soup itself. The depth of flavour just wasn't there and the flavour of the stock over-powered everything else.
The Bastard went for Spicy Tofu, and she kindly put some my way. It was OK. The tofu was well cooked. It wasn't falling apart and it wasn't rock hard either. But again there was something lacking. I could see big slices of red chillies in the dish, but I couldn't really taste them.
We also ordered some Egg Fried Rice. I wouldn't normally mention this particular dish, as one is usually the same as another. But at this restaurant, it was the stand out for me. The egg used was bright orange and ran through the rice in generous veins. The rice was perfectly cooked. It's just a shame the more fancy plates didn't live up to the standard of their humble accompaniment.
What the food lacked in flavour, it made up for in quantity, so we were properly stuffed by the end of it. But one more disappointment was waiting. Once the plates were cleared, without so much as a "by your leave", the bill was thrust on the table. We hadn't even asked for it. It was pretty obvious that the staff wanted us to move on as quickly as possible so some more customers could jump in our graves. Not good.
To spite them we stayed drinking our beer for another 45 minutes. That'll show them.
The whole lot came to £42, which for four people is bloody cheap. So I guess that's one reason to go.
One other saving grace was the company. There wasn't a dull moment with the Bastard and the Rocket. In fact, the whole restaurant was jumping. I'm sure I would have got a hell of a lot more pissed off it it hadn't been for the atmosphere. The place had a real buzz and it certainly made up for its shortcomings. Everyone in the restaurant was having a good time, and I guess that's what this place is all about. Bring your mates, bring your beer, eat some food, and have a good time. And that's what we did. I'm sure the Bear, the Bastard, the Rocket and me will all be out eating again soon.
They're a lovely couple that live in Shoreditch, which is pretty much the opposite end of London to us, so they very kindly shared a bit of local restaurant knowledge. The Kingsland Road is lined with Vietnamese restaurants and the thought of some spicy noodle soup was the only thing that got me through my eight hours in the office that day.
The particular restaurant we went to was Tay Do, which is BYOB and bright green. The place is heaving, and the windows are sweaty with condensation. It looks very inviting in a basic kind of way. We're seated towards the back of the restaurant and given the extensive menu and glasses for our beer purchased from the offy next door.
The menu is very long. Too long really. I was overwhelmed by the choice and found myself relying on our friends to tell us what they'd had before. It's one of my pet hates, long menus. Especially when most of the dishes are just repeats with different meats. Undaunted, we order and await a feast.
The starters and main courses arrive as soon as they're ready, so there's no standing on ceremony. To begin with we ordered Summer Rolls and a starter Platter, which included Ribs, Spring Rolls, Crispy Seaweed and Prawn Toast. The platter was average, the spring rolls being the stand out. The Summer Rolls were better. They're pancakes filled with prawns, spring onion, cucumber and basil, served with plum dipping sauce. They were fresh and light, so they lived up to their Summer title. And the sauce was excellent.
The main course came rapidly after the starters. I went for the fried Tilapia with Mango sauce. It was a bit disappointing. The fish was pretty solid. If you picked it up and hit it over someones head, they'd probably get a concussion. Having said that, the flavour of the spices and mango sauce was very good, just a shame they'd been incinerated. It was served with a thin spicy dipping sauce, which made it more palatable, but nearly took my head off. A few chilli tears were shed by me over that sauce.
The Bear went for a noodle soup, as did the Rocket. They were both served with a separate portion of bean sprouts, Thai basil and lemon, which you could add to your soup at will, which was a nice touch. But the Bear was a little disappointed with the soup itself. The depth of flavour just wasn't there and the flavour of the stock over-powered everything else.
The Bastard went for Spicy Tofu, and she kindly put some my way. It was OK. The tofu was well cooked. It wasn't falling apart and it wasn't rock hard either. But again there was something lacking. I could see big slices of red chillies in the dish, but I couldn't really taste them.
We also ordered some Egg Fried Rice. I wouldn't normally mention this particular dish, as one is usually the same as another. But at this restaurant, it was the stand out for me. The egg used was bright orange and ran through the rice in generous veins. The rice was perfectly cooked. It's just a shame the more fancy plates didn't live up to the standard of their humble accompaniment.
What the food lacked in flavour, it made up for in quantity, so we were properly stuffed by the end of it. But one more disappointment was waiting. Once the plates were cleared, without so much as a "by your leave", the bill was thrust on the table. We hadn't even asked for it. It was pretty obvious that the staff wanted us to move on as quickly as possible so some more customers could jump in our graves. Not good.
To spite them we stayed drinking our beer for another 45 minutes. That'll show them.
The whole lot came to £42, which for four people is bloody cheap. So I guess that's one reason to go.
One other saving grace was the company. There wasn't a dull moment with the Bastard and the Rocket. In fact, the whole restaurant was jumping. I'm sure I would have got a hell of a lot more pissed off it it hadn't been for the atmosphere. The place had a real buzz and it certainly made up for its shortcomings. Everyone in the restaurant was having a good time, and I guess that's what this place is all about. Bring your mates, bring your beer, eat some food, and have a good time. And that's what we did. I'm sure the Bear, the Bastard, the Rocket and me will all be out eating again soon.
Thursday, 30 July 2009
Chompy's Mini Eat - Sartaj Balti House - Earlham Street - Covent Garden - 8/10
Last night the Bear and I were going to the theatre, daaahlink. Therefore we didn't have much time between work and entertainment. In fact, we had exactly 45 minutes. But we didn't want to succumb to the bland cafe sandwich or the nasty takeaway. How on earth were we to eat well, and in so short a time, for little money?
The answer is the Sartaj Balti House. This unassuming restaurant is bang in the middle of Covent Garden by Seven Dials, surrounded by illustrious restaurants and pretty people. If you weren't on the look out for it, you'd miss it. The white outside leads to a dingy and dark interior packed with tables. The room is made to look even more crowded by the back wall, which is totally covered in mirrors.
Although it doesn't look much, this place is a real gem. They do a pre-theatre deal of any main balti dish with unlimited naan bread for £6.50. You just can't argue with that. Plus, the food is REALLY good.
I went for a Fish Dansak and the Bear went for the Chicken Dansak (we're both so original). The curry was spicy, full of fresh vegetables and flavour. The naan was crisp, non-greasy and moreish. We also ordered Mango Lassis to drink, which are yoghurty fruit drinks. They were the best I've had in London by a long way.
The service was speedy. The price was right. And we even got a minty chocolate with the bill. If you're ever in need of food in a rush, but don't want to pay £6 for an egg sandwich, then you should give this place a go.
The answer is the Sartaj Balti House. This unassuming restaurant is bang in the middle of Covent Garden by Seven Dials, surrounded by illustrious restaurants and pretty people. If you weren't on the look out for it, you'd miss it. The white outside leads to a dingy and dark interior packed with tables. The room is made to look even more crowded by the back wall, which is totally covered in mirrors.
Although it doesn't look much, this place is a real gem. They do a pre-theatre deal of any main balti dish with unlimited naan bread for £6.50. You just can't argue with that. Plus, the food is REALLY good.
I went for a Fish Dansak and the Bear went for the Chicken Dansak (we're both so original). The curry was spicy, full of fresh vegetables and flavour. The naan was crisp, non-greasy and moreish. We also ordered Mango Lassis to drink, which are yoghurty fruit drinks. They were the best I've had in London by a long way.
The service was speedy. The price was right. And we even got a minty chocolate with the bill. If you're ever in need of food in a rush, but don't want to pay £6 for an egg sandwich, then you should give this place a go.
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Charlotte's Place - The Common - Ealing - 10/10
It was Saturday night, and the Bear and I had a plan. Step One: Go to his parent's house to pick up his free-standing dart board stand thing. Step Two: Go to a vegetarian South Indian restaurant in Hammersmith for a Dosa. Step Three: Watch Bruno at Hammersmith Cineworld. A fine plan.
But, my brain decided that it needed to go mental for a half an hour, and the plan fell to pieces. Half way to the Bear's parent's house, I decided that it was far too nice outside to go and sit in a restaurant with no garden or courtyard or anything, and then sit in the cinema. I ummed and ahhed for ages. We discussed going to Richmond green for a pint. Nope. We discussed getting a disposable BBQ and eating in the communal gardens of the Bear's flat. Nope Nope and Nope.
Eventually we decided to head to the parent's house and take it from there. With the dart board stand safely nestled on the back seat of the Bear's fourteen-year-old Vauxhall Corsa, the Bear's mum came up with a blinding suggestions. Charlotte's Place on Ealing Common.
Not known for it's outside dining, they had put a few tables on the pavement outside the restaurant to accommodate those keen on sitting outside. Luckily we nabbed one.
I've been to Charlotte's Place before, and it's always been for a special occasion. It's got a very good reputation is Ealing, and is one of the few "special occasion" restaurants in the area.
The restaurant is in a converted house on Ealing Common, split on two levels. The ground floor has eight or so tables, and then the same again in the basement. It's plainly decorated in white with sumptuous brown leather chairs and elegant dark wood tables. The tables outside were a bit more basic, but comfortable never the less.
We arrived with no reservation, which usually would be a problem, and there were no tables left inside. But the very polite staff sat us outside. They do an early bird menu between 6pm - 7pm which includes three courses, a cocktail and unlimited mineral water for £25. We arrived at 7:10pm so were fully prepared to pay full menu price, but the excellent staff let us in on the deal anyway. Very impressed so far.
The menu came accompanied by two warm rolls and butter. The rolls were freshly made, and hot to touch. Yum. Everything on the menu is included in the early bird deal and there is six or seven dishes to choose from for each course. There was also six cocktails to choose from for your free drink.
The Bear and I both went for the Bramble, which is gin, soda and blackberry. It was perfect for a summer afternoon, and I think the Bear started to regret offering to be the designated driver! We also were supplied with some sparkling water. Not something I would usually comment on, but this was special water. They make their own and is therefore free and unlimited because of its low cost to produce. Pretty impressive stuff.
I was given excellent and non-patronising advice on what wine to have with my food, tailored to my choice of dishes (fish, of course). In the end I plumped for the Sauvingnon Blanc.
Our starters arrived and they looked bloody good. The Bear went for the Warm Mackerel Fillet with Potato Salad, Beetroot Puree and Horseradish Cream. I had a little taste and it was exquisite. The small Mackerel fillet was perfectly cooked with crisp skin. The potato salad was bristling with heat from the horseradish cream, and the beetroot puree made the dish stand out from the plate with a well placed burst of colour.
I went for the Ceviche of Seabass with Marinated Fennel and a Mixed Cress and Citrus Salad. It was out of this world. The colour of the grapefruit and blood orange segments lifted the dish off the plate and made your mouth water. The tartness of the fruit complimented the fennel and Seabass to a tee. Both starters were superb summer dishes and exceeded my expectations. It was shaping up to be a pretty good summer's evening.
Next, the main course. Our appetites excited by the starters, we were eagerly anticipating the main. The Bear went for the Beef Onglet with Hand Cut Chips, Caramelised Onion, and Garlic Alioi. He was delighted with it. The meat was rare and tender. The chips were crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside and well seasoned. A very big bear-shaped thumbs up.
I went for the Paupiette of Plaice Fillet and Scallop Mouse with Samphire and Chive Butter. Wow. This is something I have never had before, and the taste will stay with me for a long time. The plaice fillet was teased into a vessel which contained the most beautiful scallop mouse. The depth of flavour of the mouse was truly magical, amplified by the different textures. The samphire and chive butter made the fish sing with flavour. I cannot compliment this dish enough. One of the best dishes I have ever eaten.
Our plates were cleared by the ever-attentive waiting staff and we were given the desert menu. The Bear plumped for the Lime and Lemongrass Tart with Citrus and Coconut Salad with Creme Fraiche Ice Cream. The whole composition was excellent from the flavour combinations to the presentation. The creme fraiche ice cream in particular was spot on. The tart was caramelised on the top, which gave it pleasant crunch.
I went for the Strawberry Pannacotta, Shortbread Biscuit and a taster of Moscato D'Asti. I am a big pannacotta fan, and probably have it too often. This one in particular was accomplished and the shortbread biscuit was light. The taster of the Moscato D'Asti was a nice touch, and a pretty large measure for a freebie.
All in all the whole experience was out of this world. The service was attentive but not fussy or irksome. The staff made the whole restaurant feel relaxed but effortlessly professional. The food was exemplary. The total bill for three courses, two cocktails, a glass of wine, two coffees, water and service came to £70. Everything you could want from a meal, and at a good price too. If you're celebrating, or just in the area, at these prices everyone should be giving Charlotte's Place a go. I will certainly be back.
But, my brain decided that it needed to go mental for a half an hour, and the plan fell to pieces. Half way to the Bear's parent's house, I decided that it was far too nice outside to go and sit in a restaurant with no garden or courtyard or anything, and then sit in the cinema. I ummed and ahhed for ages. We discussed going to Richmond green for a pint. Nope. We discussed getting a disposable BBQ and eating in the communal gardens of the Bear's flat. Nope Nope and Nope.
Eventually we decided to head to the parent's house and take it from there. With the dart board stand safely nestled on the back seat of the Bear's fourteen-year-old Vauxhall Corsa, the Bear's mum came up with a blinding suggestions. Charlotte's Place on Ealing Common.
Not known for it's outside dining, they had put a few tables on the pavement outside the restaurant to accommodate those keen on sitting outside. Luckily we nabbed one.
I've been to Charlotte's Place before, and it's always been for a special occasion. It's got a very good reputation is Ealing, and is one of the few "special occasion" restaurants in the area.
The restaurant is in a converted house on Ealing Common, split on two levels. The ground floor has eight or so tables, and then the same again in the basement. It's plainly decorated in white with sumptuous brown leather chairs and elegant dark wood tables. The tables outside were a bit more basic, but comfortable never the less.
We arrived with no reservation, which usually would be a problem, and there were no tables left inside. But the very polite staff sat us outside. They do an early bird menu between 6pm - 7pm which includes three courses, a cocktail and unlimited mineral water for £25. We arrived at 7:10pm so were fully prepared to pay full menu price, but the excellent staff let us in on the deal anyway. Very impressed so far.
The menu came accompanied by two warm rolls and butter. The rolls were freshly made, and hot to touch. Yum. Everything on the menu is included in the early bird deal and there is six or seven dishes to choose from for each course. There was also six cocktails to choose from for your free drink.
The Bear and I both went for the Bramble, which is gin, soda and blackberry. It was perfect for a summer afternoon, and I think the Bear started to regret offering to be the designated driver! We also were supplied with some sparkling water. Not something I would usually comment on, but this was special water. They make their own and is therefore free and unlimited because of its low cost to produce. Pretty impressive stuff.
I was given excellent and non-patronising advice on what wine to have with my food, tailored to my choice of dishes (fish, of course). In the end I plumped for the Sauvingnon Blanc.
Our starters arrived and they looked bloody good. The Bear went for the Warm Mackerel Fillet with Potato Salad, Beetroot Puree and Horseradish Cream. I had a little taste and it was exquisite. The small Mackerel fillet was perfectly cooked with crisp skin. The potato salad was bristling with heat from the horseradish cream, and the beetroot puree made the dish stand out from the plate with a well placed burst of colour.
I went for the Ceviche of Seabass with Marinated Fennel and a Mixed Cress and Citrus Salad. It was out of this world. The colour of the grapefruit and blood orange segments lifted the dish off the plate and made your mouth water. The tartness of the fruit complimented the fennel and Seabass to a tee. Both starters were superb summer dishes and exceeded my expectations. It was shaping up to be a pretty good summer's evening.
Next, the main course. Our appetites excited by the starters, we were eagerly anticipating the main. The Bear went for the Beef Onglet with Hand Cut Chips, Caramelised Onion, and Garlic Alioi. He was delighted with it. The meat was rare and tender. The chips were crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside and well seasoned. A very big bear-shaped thumbs up.
I went for the Paupiette of Plaice Fillet and Scallop Mouse with Samphire and Chive Butter. Wow. This is something I have never had before, and the taste will stay with me for a long time. The plaice fillet was teased into a vessel which contained the most beautiful scallop mouse. The depth of flavour of the mouse was truly magical, amplified by the different textures. The samphire and chive butter made the fish sing with flavour. I cannot compliment this dish enough. One of the best dishes I have ever eaten.
Our plates were cleared by the ever-attentive waiting staff and we were given the desert menu. The Bear plumped for the Lime and Lemongrass Tart with Citrus and Coconut Salad with Creme Fraiche Ice Cream. The whole composition was excellent from the flavour combinations to the presentation. The creme fraiche ice cream in particular was spot on. The tart was caramelised on the top, which gave it pleasant crunch.
I went for the Strawberry Pannacotta, Shortbread Biscuit and a taster of Moscato D'Asti. I am a big pannacotta fan, and probably have it too often. This one in particular was accomplished and the shortbread biscuit was light. The taster of the Moscato D'Asti was a nice touch, and a pretty large measure for a freebie.
All in all the whole experience was out of this world. The service was attentive but not fussy or irksome. The staff made the whole restaurant feel relaxed but effortlessly professional. The food was exemplary. The total bill for three courses, two cocktails, a glass of wine, two coffees, water and service came to £70. Everything you could want from a meal, and at a good price too. If you're celebrating, or just in the area, at these prices everyone should be giving Charlotte's Place a go. I will certainly be back.
Thursday, 23 July 2009
Magic Wok - Surbiton - 6.5/10
It was my parent's 30th anniversary the other day, which is a bloody long time, especially by today's standards, so we were in need of a celebration. We had intended to get a Chinese takeaway, but our favourite joint was shut for a holiday, so in the end we had to go out. What a chore!
Our minds set on a Chinese, we went to the best Chinese restaurant in the general vicinity of our house and ended up in the Magic Wok in Surbiton.
I've been to this restaurant a couple of times before, and it's renowned locally as a bit of a posh place. The waiters are kitted out in waist coats and long aprons and are very polite which falls in line with its reputation. Despite this, last time I went I managed to drink a certain quantity of sake and fall over on the way out of the building. Ah well, we can't be dignified all the time, can we?
The place is a little on the twee side, with a lot of black lacquer, cream table cloths, and Chinese New Year decorations. And it feels a bit empty. There are three tables including ours, which, I suppose, isn't too bad for a Tuesday night. But there's as many waiters as diners, which can't be good.
We're starving, and keen to order, but it took the five or so waiters a while to get their act together. But there is a constant flow prawn crackers, served with a fiery chilli dipping sauce, so we're happy.
We all plumped for soups to start. I had crabmeat and sweetcorn (as per usual), and it was just the thing. Usually you can expect a glutinous, slimy mess when you order Chinese soups, but this was full of chunky crab (of the stick variety, but I would have been disappointed with anything else). The hot and sour soup, had by both my parents, could have been a little bit hotter, but was plenty sour. And my sister's won ton soup wasn't too watery.
Our hunger had lessened by a degree now, so the blood sugar was up, and it was a pleasant wait for the main course.
Our tabled was filled plates including Sechuan king prawns, sticky chilli beef, crispy lamb with lemon and honey, Singapore noodles, chicken hot pot and rice.
The prawns could have been a little spicier, but the sauce was packed full of flavour, although the garlic was a touch on the burnt side. The Singapore noodles were a little oily but good. There was praise for most of the dishes, but the stand out was the hot pot. It came on a wooden plate, and was sizzling as it was placed on the table. It took a good few minutes before you could even serve it. It was a pleasing spectacle. The only dish to let us down was the lamb. It had a nice flavour, but was a bit fatty.
We polished off every last morsel, which is testament to our amazing ordering skills, as usually there's far too much. The whole lot, with two soft drinks and a bottle of wine and service, came to £70. Not bad.
It's a good place for a decent Chinese. Better than your average but a little on the pricey side.
Our minds set on a Chinese, we went to the best Chinese restaurant in the general vicinity of our house and ended up in the Magic Wok in Surbiton.
I've been to this restaurant a couple of times before, and it's renowned locally as a bit of a posh place. The waiters are kitted out in waist coats and long aprons and are very polite which falls in line with its reputation. Despite this, last time I went I managed to drink a certain quantity of sake and fall over on the way out of the building. Ah well, we can't be dignified all the time, can we?
The place is a little on the twee side, with a lot of black lacquer, cream table cloths, and Chinese New Year decorations. And it feels a bit empty. There are three tables including ours, which, I suppose, isn't too bad for a Tuesday night. But there's as many waiters as diners, which can't be good.
We're starving, and keen to order, but it took the five or so waiters a while to get their act together. But there is a constant flow prawn crackers, served with a fiery chilli dipping sauce, so we're happy.
We all plumped for soups to start. I had crabmeat and sweetcorn (as per usual), and it was just the thing. Usually you can expect a glutinous, slimy mess when you order Chinese soups, but this was full of chunky crab (of the stick variety, but I would have been disappointed with anything else). The hot and sour soup, had by both my parents, could have been a little bit hotter, but was plenty sour. And my sister's won ton soup wasn't too watery.
Our hunger had lessened by a degree now, so the blood sugar was up, and it was a pleasant wait for the main course.
Our tabled was filled plates including Sechuan king prawns, sticky chilli beef, crispy lamb with lemon and honey, Singapore noodles, chicken hot pot and rice.
The prawns could have been a little spicier, but the sauce was packed full of flavour, although the garlic was a touch on the burnt side. The Singapore noodles were a little oily but good. There was praise for most of the dishes, but the stand out was the hot pot. It came on a wooden plate, and was sizzling as it was placed on the table. It took a good few minutes before you could even serve it. It was a pleasing spectacle. The only dish to let us down was the lamb. It had a nice flavour, but was a bit fatty.
We polished off every last morsel, which is testament to our amazing ordering skills, as usually there's far too much. The whole lot, with two soft drinks and a bottle of wine and service, came to £70. Not bad.
It's a good place for a decent Chinese. Better than your average but a little on the pricey side.
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Quaglino’s – Bury Street – London – 6.5/10
The Bear and I managed to wangle a free lunch at Quaglino’s the other day through a very nice website that I use a lot but shall not name.
I first experienced Quaglino’s when I was ten years old, when the whole family decamped there for my mum’s fortieth birthday. That meal has remained in my psyche since. My ten year-old-self was awed by the sweeping marble staircase, the ultra chic black and white décor and the shear glamour of the restaurant. Plus I had the most amazing cod, which had crisps skin that I can still taste.
Quaglino’s had a lot to live up to, what with my childhood memories and that. Initially, everything went very well. We walked through the unassuming glass doors on Bury Street and down the first set of stairs where the Maître d met us. We were led to our table down the staircase to the massive floor below. The restaurant wasn’t even a quarter full, but then it was Wednesday afternoon, so I am willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. The atmosphere was slightly lacking.
The actual restaurant had retained some of the glamour that stained my memory, but the huge columns that lined the room and surrounded the glass ceiling, were decorated in rather odd, colourful prints, that didn’t add anything at all. I may be being artistically dense, but it didn’t work for me.
The centre of the room was lined with beautiful white vases full to bursting with thick red roses, which suited the black and white tables much better.
We were seated and given the free set menu. There was a choice of three dishes for each course, which was adequate. The service was brisk but pleasant and within five minutes we had ordered our drinks and food.
Whilst waiting for the first course, a rather disagreeable aural sensation started to take hold. After straining our ears to distinguish what on earth it was we could hear, we realised, to our astonishment, that yes, it was lift music. “Please make it stop” ran through my head a few times throughout the course of the meal. Why do restaurants, especially of this calibre, insist on pumping insipid, irritating and totally unnecessary Casio-dribble into the room? Silence is golden. Chatter is charming. Funky jazz is wrong. What a shame.
Our starters came, and I was delighted with my goat’s cheese and caramelised onion tart. The pastry was dense but not too thick, and the portion was very generous. The filling was creamy with a good balance between the two components. The Bear went for the ham hock terrine with sauce gribeche. His words were “It’s nice, like spam”. I think this is a verbal thumbs up, but I can’t be sure.
The main was just as good. I went for a crustade of asparagus, with poached egg and hollandaise sauce. Although it was a little on the cold side, the asparagus was tender, the pastry was full of butter and the sauce was delicate. Very good indeed.
The Bear went for the chicken bourguignon with mashed potato. He was pleased, and the small amount of mash that I sampled was fab. Lots of butter and very creamy.
The food had come thick and fast up until now, so it was a little disappointing to be kept waiting for our desert, but it was worth waiting for.
I went for the lemon tart (god I ate a lot of pastry that day!), which was good. But not as good as the caramelised lemon tart I had at Lindsey House in Eye. Could do better.
The Bear had the Peach Melba. My god, it was a masterpiece. Fresh whipped vanilla cream, homemade ice cream, oozing fresh poached peaches and lots and lots of naughtiness. It worth going to Quaglino’s just for this. If you go, you should get one, it’s on the a la carte menu.
Nicely full, but not bursting, it was time to get the bill. Now, please bear in mind that this was a freebie and therefore does not accurately reflect the actual cost of the food. We paid for three courses, a glass of wine each, a bottle of mineral water and service, £16. What a joke!!
In the real world you can expect to pay at least another £50 on top of that, if you’re being conservative with the booze.
All in all, the food was good, the service was ok, and the décor was ok. I would probably go back. But please oh please, sort out the music. It spoilt an otherwise splendid afternoon.
I first experienced Quaglino’s when I was ten years old, when the whole family decamped there for my mum’s fortieth birthday. That meal has remained in my psyche since. My ten year-old-self was awed by the sweeping marble staircase, the ultra chic black and white décor and the shear glamour of the restaurant. Plus I had the most amazing cod, which had crisps skin that I can still taste.
Quaglino’s had a lot to live up to, what with my childhood memories and that. Initially, everything went very well. We walked through the unassuming glass doors on Bury Street and down the first set of stairs where the Maître d met us. We were led to our table down the staircase to the massive floor below. The restaurant wasn’t even a quarter full, but then it was Wednesday afternoon, so I am willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. The atmosphere was slightly lacking.
The actual restaurant had retained some of the glamour that stained my memory, but the huge columns that lined the room and surrounded the glass ceiling, were decorated in rather odd, colourful prints, that didn’t add anything at all. I may be being artistically dense, but it didn’t work for me.
The centre of the room was lined with beautiful white vases full to bursting with thick red roses, which suited the black and white tables much better.
We were seated and given the free set menu. There was a choice of three dishes for each course, which was adequate. The service was brisk but pleasant and within five minutes we had ordered our drinks and food.
Whilst waiting for the first course, a rather disagreeable aural sensation started to take hold. After straining our ears to distinguish what on earth it was we could hear, we realised, to our astonishment, that yes, it was lift music. “Please make it stop” ran through my head a few times throughout the course of the meal. Why do restaurants, especially of this calibre, insist on pumping insipid, irritating and totally unnecessary Casio-dribble into the room? Silence is golden. Chatter is charming. Funky jazz is wrong. What a shame.
Our starters came, and I was delighted with my goat’s cheese and caramelised onion tart. The pastry was dense but not too thick, and the portion was very generous. The filling was creamy with a good balance between the two components. The Bear went for the ham hock terrine with sauce gribeche. His words were “It’s nice, like spam”. I think this is a verbal thumbs up, but I can’t be sure.
The main was just as good. I went for a crustade of asparagus, with poached egg and hollandaise sauce. Although it was a little on the cold side, the asparagus was tender, the pastry was full of butter and the sauce was delicate. Very good indeed.
The Bear went for the chicken bourguignon with mashed potato. He was pleased, and the small amount of mash that I sampled was fab. Lots of butter and very creamy.
The food had come thick and fast up until now, so it was a little disappointing to be kept waiting for our desert, but it was worth waiting for.
I went for the lemon tart (god I ate a lot of pastry that day!), which was good. But not as good as the caramelised lemon tart I had at Lindsey House in Eye. Could do better.
The Bear had the Peach Melba. My god, it was a masterpiece. Fresh whipped vanilla cream, homemade ice cream, oozing fresh poached peaches and lots and lots of naughtiness. It worth going to Quaglino’s just for this. If you go, you should get one, it’s on the a la carte menu.
Nicely full, but not bursting, it was time to get the bill. Now, please bear in mind that this was a freebie and therefore does not accurately reflect the actual cost of the food. We paid for three courses, a glass of wine each, a bottle of mineral water and service, £16. What a joke!!
In the real world you can expect to pay at least another £50 on top of that, if you’re being conservative with the booze.
All in all, the food was good, the service was ok, and the décor was ok. I would probably go back. But please oh please, sort out the music. It spoilt an otherwise splendid afternoon.
Monday, 6 July 2009
Chompy's Mini Eat - Elias Kebab - Turnham Green Terrace - London - 10/10
Do you like falafal? Is so, you need to visit this place. If not, you need to visit this place and be converted.
Elias is a normal looking kebab shop. A few fake-marble topped tables with plastic chairs. A counter filled with cans of pop and various salads and sauces. It's a Lebanese kebab house and the menu is extensive. As well as the usual schwarmas there is a huge list of cold and hot meze dishes and different vegetarian sandwiches.
I was taken by The Bear on the promise of the best falafal in West London, and I wasn't disappointed. We both went for half falafal, half spicy potato, with all the salads and chilli sauce.
We took our load down to Turnham Green as it was a nice hot evening, and settled down to a good munch.
A boy was it good! Soft, crumbly falafal. Thin, non-sticky, spicy sauce. Crisp, floury pitta. Fresh and tasty salad.
GO HERE NOW!!
Elias is a normal looking kebab shop. A few fake-marble topped tables with plastic chairs. A counter filled with cans of pop and various salads and sauces. It's a Lebanese kebab house and the menu is extensive. As well as the usual schwarmas there is a huge list of cold and hot meze dishes and different vegetarian sandwiches.
I was taken by The Bear on the promise of the best falafal in West London, and I wasn't disappointed. We both went for half falafal, half spicy potato, with all the salads and chilli sauce.
We took our load down to Turnham Green as it was a nice hot evening, and settled down to a good munch.
A boy was it good! Soft, crumbly falafal. Thin, non-sticky, spicy sauce. Crisp, floury pitta. Fresh and tasty salad.
GO HERE NOW!!
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Pizza Metro Pizza – Battersea Rise – Clapham – 7/10
It has been awfully warm this week, and South London seemed like another country. Gentle breezes, people dining and drinking al fresco, horrid sweaty commuter trains. Ah, the British Summer.
Anyhoo, it feels like a holiday, even if we all have to work as well. So the other night, the Bear and I, and a few chums, went out for a catch up at Pizza Metro Pizza near Clapham Junction. Not by design, but by happy chance, we ended up at this delightful little Italian. How very July.
The restaurant is on the hill leading up to Clapham Common. It looks fairly inconsequential from the outside, if not a little dated. And on the inside the theme continues. Wooden chairs, tiled floor, framed vistas of Italy. Your usual basically.
What makes this local Italian stand out from the ever-growing throng of local Italians is the way they serve their pizzas. All the pizzas are served dramatically on metre long stainless steel pans, set on stainless steel shelves along the length of the table. All the different ingredients for each pizza are set into the same metre-long stretch of dough and divided up pre-serving.
The service was a little on the slow side. We ordered drinks. Pause. We received drinks. BIG pause. We ordered food. Pause. We ask for pepper. Pause. You get the drift. Also, on a hot night like this a jug or two or ice water was required. We were given this initially, but then it was taken away inexplicably and never returned. We asked for extra cutlery that didn’t make it to the table. Small things, but important. The restaurant was busy, but throughout the meal the waiting staff could have been a bit more attentive.
Three of us went for the pizza, and three for the pasta. The pizza was excellent. It had a lovely crisp, floury base, with well-seasoned basil and tomato sauce. The fresh basil on top was a nice touch. I went for the Napoli (my favourite pizza of all time – I eat it everywhere), which has anchovies, capers, and olives. It was very good and generous on the toppings.
The chilli oil was good too. It’s one of my pet hates in such establishments, when the chilli oil is just pink gloop, and you have to lob an artery-busting volume of it on your pizza to get any warmth at all. Luckily this wasn’t the case here. In fact I may have underestimated the power of it.
The pasta side of the table were well pleased too. The pasta was freshly made and al dente. The sauces were rich and deep. The Spaghetti Vongole had a mountain of clams in it. All in all, the food was superb.
An hour or so later we’d eaten our fill, and boy was I glad I just had a main course! The food is copious and filling, but not greasy or cloying.
In total for six main courses plus two bottles of wine and service the bill came to £112. Not bad eh?? Minus points for the service, but the food and the atmosphere were tiptop.
Anyhoo, it feels like a holiday, even if we all have to work as well. So the other night, the Bear and I, and a few chums, went out for a catch up at Pizza Metro Pizza near Clapham Junction. Not by design, but by happy chance, we ended up at this delightful little Italian. How very July.
The restaurant is on the hill leading up to Clapham Common. It looks fairly inconsequential from the outside, if not a little dated. And on the inside the theme continues. Wooden chairs, tiled floor, framed vistas of Italy. Your usual basically.
What makes this local Italian stand out from the ever-growing throng of local Italians is the way they serve their pizzas. All the pizzas are served dramatically on metre long stainless steel pans, set on stainless steel shelves along the length of the table. All the different ingredients for each pizza are set into the same metre-long stretch of dough and divided up pre-serving.
The service was a little on the slow side. We ordered drinks. Pause. We received drinks. BIG pause. We ordered food. Pause. We ask for pepper. Pause. You get the drift. Also, on a hot night like this a jug or two or ice water was required. We were given this initially, but then it was taken away inexplicably and never returned. We asked for extra cutlery that didn’t make it to the table. Small things, but important. The restaurant was busy, but throughout the meal the waiting staff could have been a bit more attentive.
Three of us went for the pizza, and three for the pasta. The pizza was excellent. It had a lovely crisp, floury base, with well-seasoned basil and tomato sauce. The fresh basil on top was a nice touch. I went for the Napoli (my favourite pizza of all time – I eat it everywhere), which has anchovies, capers, and olives. It was very good and generous on the toppings.
The chilli oil was good too. It’s one of my pet hates in such establishments, when the chilli oil is just pink gloop, and you have to lob an artery-busting volume of it on your pizza to get any warmth at all. Luckily this wasn’t the case here. In fact I may have underestimated the power of it.
The pasta side of the table were well pleased too. The pasta was freshly made and al dente. The sauces were rich and deep. The Spaghetti Vongole had a mountain of clams in it. All in all, the food was superb.
An hour or so later we’d eaten our fill, and boy was I glad I just had a main course! The food is copious and filling, but not greasy or cloying.
In total for six main courses plus two bottles of wine and service the bill came to £112. Not bad eh?? Minus points for the service, but the food and the atmosphere were tiptop.
Friday, 26 June 2009
Butler’s Wharf Chop House – Shad Thames – London – 9/10 (The best yet)
The Bear and I were celebrating on Wednesday night, so I booked a table at the Butlers Wharf Chop House near Tower Bridge. I’d heard about it from a friend over a year ago. They had sampled an amazing bar menu at £12 for three courses, what a bargain. We booked in the main restaurant and got ready to gorge.
It’s famous for traditional British dishes and the head chef Winston Matthews (great name!) has gone out of his way to source local and seasonal food. The fresh produce really shone through in the dishes we ordered, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
I chose the restaurant because of the amount of meat on the menu. As a celebratory dinner for The Bear I thought it only fair to go somewhere he would really enjoy. Luckily for me, there were a lot of fishy dishes too.
The restaurant itself is long and thin and one side is flanked by the Thames flowing under Tower Bridge. It’s quite a view, and on a balmy evening such as this, the whole of the side is open to the elements with the French windows concertinaed back like a long see-through fan. There are a few tables outside on the deck, but most of the tables inside have a view off the river.
The décor is simple and pleasing, with wood panels, large country-house-style chairs and a simple tiled floor. The place is full to bursting and buzzing with business, pleasure and pure meaty abandon. The waiters seem a little over-stretched and we waited a while to give our order, and even longer to order our wine, but that was pretty much the only annoyance of the evening.
We were meant to be ordering off a set menu of 2 courses for £19.50, but we couldn’t resist going a la carte. For starters we had a dozen West Mersea oysters.
West Mersea is located near Colchester in Essex, and the Bear and I had recently been on a gastronomic trip to Orford in Suffolk, just down the road. The oysters in Orford were very creamy, so we were looking forward to more of the same. We weren’t disappointed. Eleven of the oysters were plump and milky. Unfortunately one of them was definitely the runt of the litter. You can’t win them all.
The oysters were served with the usual accompaniments, shallot vinegar, Tabasco, a slice of lemon. A nice touch was the extra tomato, garlic and paprika sauce, which was a new one on me, and spot on.
The plates were cleared and we sipped on gorgeous English wine (yes English!). The Ortega Biddendum is from a Vine Yard near Biddendum in Kent. The Bear convinced me to give it a go, even though the sommelier said it had a touch of “tropical fruits” – oh dear! But I was pleasantly surprised. It was fruity but not too sweet, and an excellent companion to the oysters.
The mains came soon after the sun started to set over the river. I went for the Fisherman’s pie with mashed potato and cheddar crust and The Bear went for The Offal Truth. “What the hell is that?” I hear you say. It’s a plate of every part of an animal that you would normally throw away. Ox liver, lamb kidney, black pudding, ox faggot, Old Gloucester tongue, Daylesford smokey bacon, bubble and squeak, beef marrow in the bone, and one hen’s egg.
Urgh urgh yuk yuk, urgh!!!!! That’s my opinion anyway. The Bear’s was more along the lines of “it’s offally good” (groan) and “I like faggots” (double groan). He ate everything very carefully and was suitably impressed. He even went so far as to get the marrow out the bone and shove it in my face. Charming! I definitely picked the right restaurant though. If you like that sort of thing, you’ll love this place.
The fisherman’s pie was very good. When it first arrived I was a little disappointed with the size, but I was just being greedy. There was plenty, and the minted peas I ordered as a side were spectacular. They tasted like they had been picked and shelled five minutes before cooking them. The pie was creamy and full of prawns, salmon and cod. Ten out of ten.
The dessert menu came and there was a whole page dedicated to the luscious British strawberry, it being June and all. Strawberry fool, strawberries and cream, strawberry puff, you name it.
We went for the apple fritters.
And they were amazing. Big rings of apple covered in crunchy batter and icing sugar. Served with a boulder of apple ice cream with a hint of mint, and caramel sauce. I could have eaten three servings.
The whole meal came to £95 including service and it was money well spent. You could get a similar meal much cheaper in the bar with the set menu if you can’t stretch to the main restaurant.
The setting and the food could not have been better. One puny oyster and a lack of service to begin with being the restaurant’s only flaws. It’s my parent’s anniversary in a few weeks, and I think this place is a shoe in for the booking.
It’s famous for traditional British dishes and the head chef Winston Matthews (great name!) has gone out of his way to source local and seasonal food. The fresh produce really shone through in the dishes we ordered, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
I chose the restaurant because of the amount of meat on the menu. As a celebratory dinner for The Bear I thought it only fair to go somewhere he would really enjoy. Luckily for me, there were a lot of fishy dishes too.
The restaurant itself is long and thin and one side is flanked by the Thames flowing under Tower Bridge. It’s quite a view, and on a balmy evening such as this, the whole of the side is open to the elements with the French windows concertinaed back like a long see-through fan. There are a few tables outside on the deck, but most of the tables inside have a view off the river.
The décor is simple and pleasing, with wood panels, large country-house-style chairs and a simple tiled floor. The place is full to bursting and buzzing with business, pleasure and pure meaty abandon. The waiters seem a little over-stretched and we waited a while to give our order, and even longer to order our wine, but that was pretty much the only annoyance of the evening.
We were meant to be ordering off a set menu of 2 courses for £19.50, but we couldn’t resist going a la carte. For starters we had a dozen West Mersea oysters.
West Mersea is located near Colchester in Essex, and the Bear and I had recently been on a gastronomic trip to Orford in Suffolk, just down the road. The oysters in Orford were very creamy, so we were looking forward to more of the same. We weren’t disappointed. Eleven of the oysters were plump and milky. Unfortunately one of them was definitely the runt of the litter. You can’t win them all.
The oysters were served with the usual accompaniments, shallot vinegar, Tabasco, a slice of lemon. A nice touch was the extra tomato, garlic and paprika sauce, which was a new one on me, and spot on.
The plates were cleared and we sipped on gorgeous English wine (yes English!). The Ortega Biddendum is from a Vine Yard near Biddendum in Kent. The Bear convinced me to give it a go, even though the sommelier said it had a touch of “tropical fruits” – oh dear! But I was pleasantly surprised. It was fruity but not too sweet, and an excellent companion to the oysters.
The mains came soon after the sun started to set over the river. I went for the Fisherman’s pie with mashed potato and cheddar crust and The Bear went for The Offal Truth. “What the hell is that?” I hear you say. It’s a plate of every part of an animal that you would normally throw away. Ox liver, lamb kidney, black pudding, ox faggot, Old Gloucester tongue, Daylesford smokey bacon, bubble and squeak, beef marrow in the bone, and one hen’s egg.
Urgh urgh yuk yuk, urgh!!!!! That’s my opinion anyway. The Bear’s was more along the lines of “it’s offally good” (groan) and “I like faggots” (double groan). He ate everything very carefully and was suitably impressed. He even went so far as to get the marrow out the bone and shove it in my face. Charming! I definitely picked the right restaurant though. If you like that sort of thing, you’ll love this place.
The fisherman’s pie was very good. When it first arrived I was a little disappointed with the size, but I was just being greedy. There was plenty, and the minted peas I ordered as a side were spectacular. They tasted like they had been picked and shelled five minutes before cooking them. The pie was creamy and full of prawns, salmon and cod. Ten out of ten.
The dessert menu came and there was a whole page dedicated to the luscious British strawberry, it being June and all. Strawberry fool, strawberries and cream, strawberry puff, you name it.
We went for the apple fritters.
And they were amazing. Big rings of apple covered in crunchy batter and icing sugar. Served with a boulder of apple ice cream with a hint of mint, and caramel sauce. I could have eaten three servings.
The whole meal came to £95 including service and it was money well spent. You could get a similar meal much cheaper in the bar with the set menu if you can’t stretch to the main restaurant.
The setting and the food could not have been better. One puny oyster and a lack of service to begin with being the restaurant’s only flaws. It’s my parent’s anniversary in a few weeks, and I think this place is a shoe in for the booking.
Monday, 22 June 2009
The Diner - Ganton Street, Soho – 7/10
I discovered The Diner a while ago, when I found myself drinking cocktails at the bar on a random night out. At the time I was impressed by the black and red 50’s decor and the ability of the cocktail waiter to make drinks off menu. That night was a blast, and it was the first time I had ever had a raw egg in a drink (Amaretto Sour). Surprisingly I wasn’t ill, and went on til the early hours.
I didn’t have any food on that occasion and so this Friday I returned with my friend to sample the delights of its American menu.
Again the room is deep and sumptuous in black and red, with booths lining the walls and proper swivel bar stools lining the counter. The waiters and waitresses are all dressed in line with the theme, but not in a cheesy TGI Friday’s way. They weren’t covered in “flair”. They look like they dress like that all the time. They look edgy. They look cool.
The menu is similar to any American style restaurant, with burgers, Mexican food, all day breakfasts, and of course, shakes. I’m on a new fitness regime in time for the summer holidays, so I went for a diet coke, but the shakes looked fabulous.
I went for the vegetable burrito, which was very generous and was stuffed full of chilli – no half measures here. The chilli wasn’t uniform throughout though, and at moments I wondered whether there was any in it, and at others thought my head was going to explode! There was a pond of sour cream and guacamole on the side with a dressed side salad. The salad was unnecessary, but the rest of the dish was perfect for lunch. I would recommend getting fries on the side if you want to make more of a meal of it.
My chum went for the classic cheeseburger, which was again, very generous in size. A large slice of gherkin and a good dollop of pickle made it look even more appealing.
I was really pleased with my second visit to The Diner, and this time sober. It’s nice to know that my drunken memories of the place were not coloured by the booze, but pretty accurate. It’s a cheap eat at £19 for two and is a great place to start an evening out. Get a burger and a cocktail and move onto the bars and clubs of Soho. I will definitely be back!
I didn’t have any food on that occasion and so this Friday I returned with my friend to sample the delights of its American menu.
Again the room is deep and sumptuous in black and red, with booths lining the walls and proper swivel bar stools lining the counter. The waiters and waitresses are all dressed in line with the theme, but not in a cheesy TGI Friday’s way. They weren’t covered in “flair”. They look like they dress like that all the time. They look edgy. They look cool.
The menu is similar to any American style restaurant, with burgers, Mexican food, all day breakfasts, and of course, shakes. I’m on a new fitness regime in time for the summer holidays, so I went for a diet coke, but the shakes looked fabulous.
I went for the vegetable burrito, which was very generous and was stuffed full of chilli – no half measures here. The chilli wasn’t uniform throughout though, and at moments I wondered whether there was any in it, and at others thought my head was going to explode! There was a pond of sour cream and guacamole on the side with a dressed side salad. The salad was unnecessary, but the rest of the dish was perfect for lunch. I would recommend getting fries on the side if you want to make more of a meal of it.
My chum went for the classic cheeseburger, which was again, very generous in size. A large slice of gherkin and a good dollop of pickle made it look even more appealing.
I was really pleased with my second visit to The Diner, and this time sober. It’s nice to know that my drunken memories of the place were not coloured by the booze, but pretty accurate. It’s a cheap eat at £19 for two and is a great place to start an evening out. Get a burger and a cocktail and move onto the bars and clubs of Soho. I will definitely be back!
Monday, 15 June 2009
Galvin @ Windows – Park Lane Hilton - London – 6.5/10
It’s Sunday afternoon, and another opportunity to eat. This time it’s at the much talked about Galvin @ Windows. The restaurant is on the 28th floor of the Park Lane Hilton, and has views across London. It’s an elegant room, with dark browns and mint greens complimenting the view. Which is stunning. The best thing about this restaurant is the amazing panoramic views from each side. From our table we had the backdrop of Hyde Park and St James’ Park. Not bad eh?
There’s a huge gold sculpture hanging from the ceiling along the length of the room which looks like a giant unwrapped Ferrero Rocher. It dominated the room, but I guess was designed to draw your eyes along it and out through the windows to the amazing backdrop.
The view was undeniably fantastic, as you would expect at that height. And thankfully the weather had decided to cheer up a bit so we could see clearly. Although, come to think of it, a storm at that height might have been pretty dramatic too.
We were seated and greeted with two glasses of cool champagne. Our table wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t the worst either. All around the edges of the restaurant there are tables right by the windows with uninterrupted views. In the centre there is a raised rectangular platform with more tables. We were placed here but luckily not right in the centre of the restaurant. I can imagine you'd be pretty disappointed to be sat there, craning your neck over everybody else to admire the view.
We went for the very reasonable summer menu, which included three courses, a glass of champagne and coffee for £25 a head. And as I was working later in the day we didn’t need to worry about astronomical prices for wine. Having been to Artisan at the Westbury recently on a similarly priced menu, we were happily awaiting a few little surprises during the meal. They didn’t appear.
I started with the tomato, mozzarella and basil soup, which was very good. It was elegantly poured into the dish at the table with mozzarella waiting, ready in the bottom of the bowl. The soup had depth of flavour and was seasoned perfectly, but the real highlight of this dish was the accompanying bread. The Lemon and basil foccacia was stupendous. The crust was packed with rock salt and herbs and the dough had shreds of lemon zest running through it. The bread and the soup were the best of friends.
The Bear went for the Fois Gras, of course. It was “the best starter I’ve ever had”. Not something I approve of, but it seemed to rock his boat. A good start so far.
The main course arrived a little quickly after the starter for my liking, but it looked marvellous. I went for salmon with crushed potatoes and watery vinaigrette. It was very pretty, but a little on the tame side. It’s the sort of thing I could manage to cook at home, and frequently do. The only thing that really stood out about the dish was the vinaigrette. It was subtle and delicate, with a lemony and acidic tone that lifted the otherwise fairly average dish. The Bear had pork. Of course he did. He liked it, but wasn’t blown away.
The dishes were taken away by the ten waiters dedicated to our table (a bit of an exaggeration, but that’s what it felt like). I went for the strawberry pannacotta, and the Bear for the gooseberry fool for dessert. Unlike the starter and the main, the dessert took FOREVER to arrive. But it was worth the wait. The strawberry pannacotta was an ocular feast. Set in a large shallow bowl, it was strewn with real strawberries, strawberry jelly, baby basil leaves and honeycomb. You got a different flavour in every mouthful. It was a dream. The gooseberry fool was also good, but lacked texture.
With coffee came some chocolates, which were okay. A bit on the tiny side. With the bill came some homemade marshmallows, which were very good, but far too sweet. There was no way we could polish off the whole jar placed in front of us. But it was a nice touch. These last minute additions made up for the lack of amuse bouche or palate cleansers in the rest of the meal.
All in all the bill came to £62 for three courses, coffee, a glass of champagne each, two bottles of sparkling water, and service. You can’t really argue with that. But there was something missing throughout. That pizazz you expect from this sort of restaurant. Maybe I’ve been spoilt, but I did feel a sense of disappointment. A sense that I had stayed in the hotel to eat whilst on holiday, and not ventured to the more exciting unknown territories outside.
The views are excellent. It’s worth going just for them. The food was good in places but otherwise fairly tame. I don’t think I would go back in a hurry, but I’m very glad I went in the first place.
There’s a huge gold sculpture hanging from the ceiling along the length of the room which looks like a giant unwrapped Ferrero Rocher. It dominated the room, but I guess was designed to draw your eyes along it and out through the windows to the amazing backdrop.
The view was undeniably fantastic, as you would expect at that height. And thankfully the weather had decided to cheer up a bit so we could see clearly. Although, come to think of it, a storm at that height might have been pretty dramatic too.
We were seated and greeted with two glasses of cool champagne. Our table wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t the worst either. All around the edges of the restaurant there are tables right by the windows with uninterrupted views. In the centre there is a raised rectangular platform with more tables. We were placed here but luckily not right in the centre of the restaurant. I can imagine you'd be pretty disappointed to be sat there, craning your neck over everybody else to admire the view.
We went for the very reasonable summer menu, which included three courses, a glass of champagne and coffee for £25 a head. And as I was working later in the day we didn’t need to worry about astronomical prices for wine. Having been to Artisan at the Westbury recently on a similarly priced menu, we were happily awaiting a few little surprises during the meal. They didn’t appear.
I started with the tomato, mozzarella and basil soup, which was very good. It was elegantly poured into the dish at the table with mozzarella waiting, ready in the bottom of the bowl. The soup had depth of flavour and was seasoned perfectly, but the real highlight of this dish was the accompanying bread. The Lemon and basil foccacia was stupendous. The crust was packed with rock salt and herbs and the dough had shreds of lemon zest running through it. The bread and the soup were the best of friends.
The Bear went for the Fois Gras, of course. It was “the best starter I’ve ever had”. Not something I approve of, but it seemed to rock his boat. A good start so far.
The main course arrived a little quickly after the starter for my liking, but it looked marvellous. I went for salmon with crushed potatoes and watery vinaigrette. It was very pretty, but a little on the tame side. It’s the sort of thing I could manage to cook at home, and frequently do. The only thing that really stood out about the dish was the vinaigrette. It was subtle and delicate, with a lemony and acidic tone that lifted the otherwise fairly average dish. The Bear had pork. Of course he did. He liked it, but wasn’t blown away.
The dishes were taken away by the ten waiters dedicated to our table (a bit of an exaggeration, but that’s what it felt like). I went for the strawberry pannacotta, and the Bear for the gooseberry fool for dessert. Unlike the starter and the main, the dessert took FOREVER to arrive. But it was worth the wait. The strawberry pannacotta was an ocular feast. Set in a large shallow bowl, it was strewn with real strawberries, strawberry jelly, baby basil leaves and honeycomb. You got a different flavour in every mouthful. It was a dream. The gooseberry fool was also good, but lacked texture.
With coffee came some chocolates, which were okay. A bit on the tiny side. With the bill came some homemade marshmallows, which were very good, but far too sweet. There was no way we could polish off the whole jar placed in front of us. But it was a nice touch. These last minute additions made up for the lack of amuse bouche or palate cleansers in the rest of the meal.
All in all the bill came to £62 for three courses, coffee, a glass of champagne each, two bottles of sparkling water, and service. You can’t really argue with that. But there was something missing throughout. That pizazz you expect from this sort of restaurant. Maybe I’ve been spoilt, but I did feel a sense of disappointment. A sense that I had stayed in the hotel to eat whilst on holiday, and not ventured to the more exciting unknown territories outside.
The views are excellent. It’s worth going just for them. The food was good in places but otherwise fairly tame. I don’t think I would go back in a hurry, but I’m very glad I went in the first place.
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
Taqueria – Westbourne Grove – London – 5.5/10
I felt terribly trendy walking down Portobello Road with The Bear to meet some friends last Friday night. It’s not often we’re in this part of the world, where a shabby one bedroom flat is the same price as a three bedroom semi in good old Surbiton. And Mexican food was the order of the day.
Having dragged my arse round London in the rain all afternoon, I was very happy to be going to a restaurant that boasts the best margaritas in town. Not that tequila is my friend. It’s my enemy. But I heard somewhere that it’s good to keep your enemies close. Let the cocktails begin!!
Taqueria serves tacos and antojitos (which means a little of what you fancy) in a small, crowded restaurant. The tables are tiny, marble affairs plonked everywhere they can be squeezed in. And there are a lot of people!
Everywhere you look the glitterati of Notting Hill are waiting, crowding the room, vulture-like, groaning for you to finish and piss off so they can swoop and conquer your little marble nation. It says it’s a restaurant and bar, but really it’s a restaurant and a small counter with delusions of grandeur.
Apart from the annoying spectators the restaurant is quite pleasant. There is a bustling energy about the place. We ordered nachos, which were served with guacamole, re-fried beans and spicy salsa. The nachos were non-greasy, golden and crisp. There was a mere dusting of grated cheese, which is just the way I like it. They were heaven compared to the Odeon nachos with orange gloop I had the other day. Never again.
It was kind of down hill from there really. The food was tasty and fresh. We had a combination of tacos (Pollock, prawn, steak, chicken, stuffed chillies) and antojitos. But the service was a little off. The food wasn’t that easy to share (which I thought was the whole point) and there is only so much avocado and tomato that you can eat without it getting repetitive, whatever is put on top of it.
Although the restaurant was crowded with waiting diners, we conspired to keep them waiting by ordering more margaritas and churros. If you’ve never tried churros before then you must get your lips round some soon. They are essentially long fried doughnuts covered in sugar and cinnamon, and on this occasion served with chocolate dipping sauce. And they are yummy! I had them every morning for breakfast when I went on holiday to Valencia, and the ones at Taqueria are just as good.
Taqueria is nothing special. The whole meal for four people with a drink or two each came to £112. If you like Mexican food then its worth giving it a go the once, if only for the margaritas and churros. It would have been better if there had been a little bit of crowd control.
Having dragged my arse round London in the rain all afternoon, I was very happy to be going to a restaurant that boasts the best margaritas in town. Not that tequila is my friend. It’s my enemy. But I heard somewhere that it’s good to keep your enemies close. Let the cocktails begin!!
Taqueria serves tacos and antojitos (which means a little of what you fancy) in a small, crowded restaurant. The tables are tiny, marble affairs plonked everywhere they can be squeezed in. And there are a lot of people!
Everywhere you look the glitterati of Notting Hill are waiting, crowding the room, vulture-like, groaning for you to finish and piss off so they can swoop and conquer your little marble nation. It says it’s a restaurant and bar, but really it’s a restaurant and a small counter with delusions of grandeur.
Apart from the annoying spectators the restaurant is quite pleasant. There is a bustling energy about the place. We ordered nachos, which were served with guacamole, re-fried beans and spicy salsa. The nachos were non-greasy, golden and crisp. There was a mere dusting of grated cheese, which is just the way I like it. They were heaven compared to the Odeon nachos with orange gloop I had the other day. Never again.
It was kind of down hill from there really. The food was tasty and fresh. We had a combination of tacos (Pollock, prawn, steak, chicken, stuffed chillies) and antojitos. But the service was a little off. The food wasn’t that easy to share (which I thought was the whole point) and there is only so much avocado and tomato that you can eat without it getting repetitive, whatever is put on top of it.
Although the restaurant was crowded with waiting diners, we conspired to keep them waiting by ordering more margaritas and churros. If you’ve never tried churros before then you must get your lips round some soon. They are essentially long fried doughnuts covered in sugar and cinnamon, and on this occasion served with chocolate dipping sauce. And they are yummy! I had them every morning for breakfast when I went on holiday to Valencia, and the ones at Taqueria are just as good.
Taqueria is nothing special. The whole meal for four people with a drink or two each came to £112. If you like Mexican food then its worth giving it a go the once, if only for the margaritas and churros. It would have been better if there had been a little bit of crowd control.
Friday, 29 May 2009
Gastronomic Trip to Suffolk 23rd – 25th May 2009
This bank holiday just gone Slowbear and I went on a last minute food pilgrimage to Suffolk. Having never graced this county with my presence before I thought it only fair that I try as many restaurants, cafes, tea rooms etc as I could in 48 hours. I did my best and have returned to South West London a happier and heavier woman.
Meal 1: Cornforth and Cornforth Café – Eye – Suffolk - 7/10
Having arrived at our bed and breakfast around 2 ‘o’ clock after a long arduous journey through the Dartford tunnel, I was very hungry and starting to flag (the curse of low blood sugar). So before I could do anything else I sought out somewhere to eat in the little sleepy village of Eye.
As luck would have it, I found Cornforth and Cornforth Café. This tiny café is a real gem. A few eclectic tables and chairs are cobbled together is a way that’s meant to look random but I suspect is not, in essentially someone’s front room. You can walk through the kitchen to some table and chairs in a back yard as well. The whole place is really charming and the husband and wife team have really made it feel like you’re being cooked a meal in your own home.
There is a very short menu of four or five dishes and an extensive soft drink and coffee menu. The shortness of the menu is a testament to the freshness of the produce they use. Its written on large portable blackboards in white chalk, which made me suspect that it’s changed on a very regular basis.
Slowbear plumped for the Loin of Pork Chop with Black Pudding and Chestnut Hash, and I went for the Goose Egg Frittata with local Asparagus, Jersey Royals and Feta. We both have a bit of an obsession with elderflower, so we both slurped down an apple and elderflower juice.
The food was very tasty. The loin of pork was “brilliant”. All the dishes are served in round skillets on wooden boards, which suits the overall feel of the place very well.
The goose egg frittata was excellent. The egg was very light and fluffy. The saltiness of the feta was counteracted by the freshness of the asparagus, which blew me away. Never had asparagus like it. You can tell that it’s been picked and cooked within hours.
We were both very tempted to have a piece of cake as well. There was a whole bench covered in homemade cakes that were divided up into very generous slices…but we resisted knowing what was on the agenda later in the evening.
The whole lot came to £15. What a bargain! Massive portions, fresh, local and tasty food, friendly and homely atmosphere. It was a very very good start to the holiday.
Meal 2: Lindsay House Restaurant, Broad Street, Eye, Suffolk - 7/10
After a swift trip to Southwold to play on the amusements and look at the pretty painted beach huts, it was time to eat again.
This time it was at Lindsay House Restaurant in Eye. This restaurant is in a beautiful Georgian doubled fronted house in the middle of town. All of the front rooms have a few tables in them, and the setting is modern but warm, with sparse table settings and a lot of white walls.
The place is busy but we are in a room with only one other table in it, which is a bit difficult for conversation, as I can be a bit loud. I felt a bit self-conscious on occasion but it wasn’t too much of a problem.
There is a very short menu and a huge specials board based on local produce. A good sign. We ordered a half bottle of Piersporter which was good value at £5.95.
We both started with the dressed Cromer crab, which was delicate and full of flavour. Only complaint was the presentation as it came with some sad looking slices of cucumber and a few salad leaves. A bit of homemade bread or toast would have made the dish ten times better.
I decided to splash out on the main course and went for the Gambas from the specials board, and it was well worth it. A plate full to the brim with huge prawns was placed in front of me, and each one was perfectly cooked in garlic and butter. There was a lot of garlic. After fifteen minutes all that was left was a happy pile of shells. The dish came with local veg as well, and although unnecessary, the courgette was delicious. It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten any courgette that actually tasted of anything other than slime, but this really did.
Slowbear went for the Roast Pork Belly, which disappeared rapidly with a big crunch of thick crackling. I’d say he enjoyed it.
To round the evening off we shared a caramelised lemon tart, which was perfect. The crunchy caramelised sugar on top was reminiscent of crème brulee, and counteracted the tartness of the lemon.
The whole lot came to £53.50 without service. Which is very cheap. Makes you wonder why you pay so much for food in London that isn’t as fresh or as well cooked.
If you’re in the area, you should give this place a go.
After a boozy return to the B&B it was a late start the next day.
After a lovely trip to Framlingham Castle – where I had one of the best cup cakes ever (raspberry ripple) – we set off on a pilgrimage to Orford to eat some Oysters! Yum Yum Yum!
Having done some research before setting off on this little trip, one place stood out above all the rest, so I booked a table for lunch at the Butley Orford Oysterage.
This family run restaurant also boasts a smokery, which smokes both fish and meat that you can buy from a shop joined to the restaurant. The restaurant is simply laid out and buzzing. There isn't a corner left unoccupied and this meant the service was pretty rushed. It certainly felt like a family run business with very little pretention, but a smile never went amiss eh? The tables are made from untreated wood, and the simplicity of the whole place fits with the simplicity of the food.
In no uncertain terms The Butley Orford Oysterage is a fish heaven and there was far too much to choose from so we ended up ordering a mountain. There is an extensive menu and a HUMONGOUS specials board, with all the fresh smoked fish you could ask for.
We didn’t bother with separate starters and main courses and instead ordered a whole range of dishes to come at once. Included in this were a dozen oysters from Butley’s own bed, smoked sardines, smoked prawns, taramasalata and smoked salmon.
The oysters were clean, creamy and fresh, served simply with just lemon (I hate to admit it but I did miss the shallot vinegar). The sardines were quite large and lightly smoked. The taramasalata was gorgeously dark pink and rough in texture, served in a ramekin with little triangles of toast. The stand out dish by far though was the smoked prawns. The shells fell away from the meat, which was tender and succulent.
The table was a mess by the time we left full and happy for £32.20 without service. I would definitely go back. There is still lots to try, from smoked eel to local asparagus and a whole range of fresh fish. It’s only open for lunch during the winter months but opens in the evenings after the second May bank holiday and you definitely need to book in advance.
Meal 4: Riverside Tearoom – Orford Quay – Suffolk - 4/10
As if scoffing a load of seafood wasn’t enough for one lunchtime, we got tempted by an afternoon tea after a stroll along the quay in Orford.
Orford quay is a savage marina with a few brown beach huts housing a fishmonger, a tearoom and the Orford sailing club. Seeing as it had been at least forty-five minutes since our last meal, it was high time we had a little sugar boost and settled on a picnic bench outside the Riverside Tearoom in Orford. Tea for two came to £7.75 and including a pot of your average brand tea and a scone each.
Controversially there was double cream instead or clotted, but it worked for me. The strawberry jam was chunky with fruit and my stomach was stretched to breaking point.
Time to hit the road…
Meal 5: Case Restaurant with Rooms – Assington – Sudbury - Suffolk - 8/10
Now, the Case Restaurant with Rooms is something quite special. It’s a family run restaurant with the father and son at the helm in the kitchen and the lovely Linda front of house. They aim to use local produce wherever they can, even down to their own bread. I was very eager to get eating again!
The restaurant has seven rooms that you can retire to for the night after having your fill in the restaurant.
We arrived around five after a short drive from Orford and were shown to a small but very well appointed room. The room had everything you could possibly need from Egyptian cotton sheets to fresh coffee and mineral water. The shower is very powerful, and we had a much-needed rest after our exploits of the day.
Around 8pm we went to the restaurant where we were greeted and given aperitifs in the conservatory whilst perusing the menu. The menu had five or six starters and main course and there was a long list of fresh fish on a separate specials board.
Our order was taken from the conservatory and we were left to relax until our starters were ready. Although unconventional, this was a civilised way of doing things as there had been blazing sunshine all day and the remaining heat in the conservatory was very pleasant. It really did feel like summer had arrived.
We were taken through to the dining room when our starters were ready. The dining room is lusciously decorated in dark purples and chocolate brown, with portraits of famous singers adorning the walls. There aren’t many tables and the restaurant is pretty intimate, but the atmosphere isn’t too quiet.
I went for the smoked salmon and caper berries, having whetted my appetite at the smokery in the afternoon. I have to say, that this was pretty disappointing. It was literally a few layers of smoked salmon scattered with a few caper berries with three slices of lemon…surely a chunk of lemon would have been easier to handle? I hate to criticise this place because I really fell in love with it. Lets hope I just ordered the wrong starter.
Slowbear on the other hand was over the moon with his starter selection. He went for the miniature beef wellington, which was the size of a digestive biscuit, although much fatter, and surrounded by thick gravy. If you looked at it from a bird’s eye view, it would look like an eye.
The Gasgone Semillon 2005 was flowing as the mains arrived. I got real food envy during this course as Slowbear’s turbot was out of this world. It came with garlic mash and an avocado and tomato salsa. The salsa was a weird accompaniment and didn't really work, but the fish itself made up for it. It could have come served on newspaper and we still would have been impressed.
I had Wytch lemon sole with chips and salad. The sole was also very good and the meat fell of the bones. The chips were chunky and the salad fresh, although there was a little too much red onion. Both mains were very generous.
It was about this time that something strange and quite disgusting started to happen. The table next to us were a family team, with mum and dad and a grown daughter. All fairly innocuous, until the dad started belching and farting! Really loudly! The mother and daughter barley batted an eyelid. To make matters worse they then called the waitress over and blamed the cheese!
Slowbear was determined to say something, and if I hadn’t been so amazed I would have let him. In hindsight I should have. It could have spoilt the evening if it hadn’t been so funny. I don’t know what the staff could have said to them, but really I wish they had said something.
Luckily the belcher left and we could get on with our dessert. I had a strawberry and kiwi Eton mess. It was OK, but I couldn’t taste the kiwi, and by this point I was REALLY full. Slowbear charmed Linda into giving him two puddings and sampled the apricot cream slice and the homemade strawberry roulade. Both went down well.
The next morning we plumped for some scrambled eggs on toast and boiled egg and soldiers. The eggs were orange as you like and the scrambled egg had a sinful amount of butter in it.
The whole lot, dinner, bed, breakfast and booze came to an amazing £137, including service. WHAT A BARGAIN. I have definately fallen in love with this place. I will be back again and again and again.
Verdict:
So, in the space of 48 hours we managed to fit in a gut-busting amount of eating and a fairly hefty amount of sightseeing too. I would thoroughly recommend a trip to Suffolk for any foodie, as there is a plethora of wonderful places to eat from cheap cafes to fine dining. Plus the produce is fresh and local.
Meal 1: Cornforth and Cornforth Café – Eye – Suffolk - 7/10
Having arrived at our bed and breakfast around 2 ‘o’ clock after a long arduous journey through the Dartford tunnel, I was very hungry and starting to flag (the curse of low blood sugar). So before I could do anything else I sought out somewhere to eat in the little sleepy village of Eye.
As luck would have it, I found Cornforth and Cornforth Café. This tiny café is a real gem. A few eclectic tables and chairs are cobbled together is a way that’s meant to look random but I suspect is not, in essentially someone’s front room. You can walk through the kitchen to some table and chairs in a back yard as well. The whole place is really charming and the husband and wife team have really made it feel like you’re being cooked a meal in your own home.
There is a very short menu of four or five dishes and an extensive soft drink and coffee menu. The shortness of the menu is a testament to the freshness of the produce they use. Its written on large portable blackboards in white chalk, which made me suspect that it’s changed on a very regular basis.
Slowbear plumped for the Loin of Pork Chop with Black Pudding and Chestnut Hash, and I went for the Goose Egg Frittata with local Asparagus, Jersey Royals and Feta. We both have a bit of an obsession with elderflower, so we both slurped down an apple and elderflower juice.
The food was very tasty. The loin of pork was “brilliant”. All the dishes are served in round skillets on wooden boards, which suits the overall feel of the place very well.
The goose egg frittata was excellent. The egg was very light and fluffy. The saltiness of the feta was counteracted by the freshness of the asparagus, which blew me away. Never had asparagus like it. You can tell that it’s been picked and cooked within hours.
We were both very tempted to have a piece of cake as well. There was a whole bench covered in homemade cakes that were divided up into very generous slices…but we resisted knowing what was on the agenda later in the evening.
The whole lot came to £15. What a bargain! Massive portions, fresh, local and tasty food, friendly and homely atmosphere. It was a very very good start to the holiday.
Meal 2: Lindsay House Restaurant, Broad Street, Eye, Suffolk - 7/10
After a swift trip to Southwold to play on the amusements and look at the pretty painted beach huts, it was time to eat again.
This time it was at Lindsay House Restaurant in Eye. This restaurant is in a beautiful Georgian doubled fronted house in the middle of town. All of the front rooms have a few tables in them, and the setting is modern but warm, with sparse table settings and a lot of white walls.
The place is busy but we are in a room with only one other table in it, which is a bit difficult for conversation, as I can be a bit loud. I felt a bit self-conscious on occasion but it wasn’t too much of a problem.
There is a very short menu and a huge specials board based on local produce. A good sign. We ordered a half bottle of Piersporter which was good value at £5.95.
We both started with the dressed Cromer crab, which was delicate and full of flavour. Only complaint was the presentation as it came with some sad looking slices of cucumber and a few salad leaves. A bit of homemade bread or toast would have made the dish ten times better.
I decided to splash out on the main course and went for the Gambas from the specials board, and it was well worth it. A plate full to the brim with huge prawns was placed in front of me, and each one was perfectly cooked in garlic and butter. There was a lot of garlic. After fifteen minutes all that was left was a happy pile of shells. The dish came with local veg as well, and although unnecessary, the courgette was delicious. It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten any courgette that actually tasted of anything other than slime, but this really did.
Slowbear went for the Roast Pork Belly, which disappeared rapidly with a big crunch of thick crackling. I’d say he enjoyed it.
To round the evening off we shared a caramelised lemon tart, which was perfect. The crunchy caramelised sugar on top was reminiscent of crème brulee, and counteracted the tartness of the lemon.
The whole lot came to £53.50 without service. Which is very cheap. Makes you wonder why you pay so much for food in London that isn’t as fresh or as well cooked.
If you’re in the area, you should give this place a go.
Meal 3: The Butley Orford Oysterage – Orford – Suffolk - 8/10
After a boozy return to the B&B it was a late start the next day.
After a lovely trip to Framlingham Castle – where I had one of the best cup cakes ever (raspberry ripple) – we set off on a pilgrimage to Orford to eat some Oysters! Yum Yum Yum!
Having done some research before setting off on this little trip, one place stood out above all the rest, so I booked a table for lunch at the Butley Orford Oysterage.
This family run restaurant also boasts a smokery, which smokes both fish and meat that you can buy from a shop joined to the restaurant. The restaurant is simply laid out and buzzing. There isn't a corner left unoccupied and this meant the service was pretty rushed. It certainly felt like a family run business with very little pretention, but a smile never went amiss eh? The tables are made from untreated wood, and the simplicity of the whole place fits with the simplicity of the food.
In no uncertain terms The Butley Orford Oysterage is a fish heaven and there was far too much to choose from so we ended up ordering a mountain. There is an extensive menu and a HUMONGOUS specials board, with all the fresh smoked fish you could ask for.
We didn’t bother with separate starters and main courses and instead ordered a whole range of dishes to come at once. Included in this were a dozen oysters from Butley’s own bed, smoked sardines, smoked prawns, taramasalata and smoked salmon.
The oysters were clean, creamy and fresh, served simply with just lemon (I hate to admit it but I did miss the shallot vinegar). The sardines were quite large and lightly smoked. The taramasalata was gorgeously dark pink and rough in texture, served in a ramekin with little triangles of toast. The stand out dish by far though was the smoked prawns. The shells fell away from the meat, which was tender and succulent.
The table was a mess by the time we left full and happy for £32.20 without service. I would definitely go back. There is still lots to try, from smoked eel to local asparagus and a whole range of fresh fish. It’s only open for lunch during the winter months but opens in the evenings after the second May bank holiday and you definitely need to book in advance.
Meal 4: Riverside Tearoom – Orford Quay – Suffolk - 4/10
As if scoffing a load of seafood wasn’t enough for one lunchtime, we got tempted by an afternoon tea after a stroll along the quay in Orford.
Orford quay is a savage marina with a few brown beach huts housing a fishmonger, a tearoom and the Orford sailing club. Seeing as it had been at least forty-five minutes since our last meal, it was high time we had a little sugar boost and settled on a picnic bench outside the Riverside Tearoom in Orford. Tea for two came to £7.75 and including a pot of your average brand tea and a scone each.
Controversially there was double cream instead or clotted, but it worked for me. The strawberry jam was chunky with fruit and my stomach was stretched to breaking point.
Time to hit the road…
Meal 5: Case Restaurant with Rooms – Assington – Sudbury - Suffolk - 8/10
Now, the Case Restaurant with Rooms is something quite special. It’s a family run restaurant with the father and son at the helm in the kitchen and the lovely Linda front of house. They aim to use local produce wherever they can, even down to their own bread. I was very eager to get eating again!
The restaurant has seven rooms that you can retire to for the night after having your fill in the restaurant.
We arrived around five after a short drive from Orford and were shown to a small but very well appointed room. The room had everything you could possibly need from Egyptian cotton sheets to fresh coffee and mineral water. The shower is very powerful, and we had a much-needed rest after our exploits of the day.
Around 8pm we went to the restaurant where we were greeted and given aperitifs in the conservatory whilst perusing the menu. The menu had five or six starters and main course and there was a long list of fresh fish on a separate specials board.
Our order was taken from the conservatory and we were left to relax until our starters were ready. Although unconventional, this was a civilised way of doing things as there had been blazing sunshine all day and the remaining heat in the conservatory was very pleasant. It really did feel like summer had arrived.
We were taken through to the dining room when our starters were ready. The dining room is lusciously decorated in dark purples and chocolate brown, with portraits of famous singers adorning the walls. There aren’t many tables and the restaurant is pretty intimate, but the atmosphere isn’t too quiet.
I went for the smoked salmon and caper berries, having whetted my appetite at the smokery in the afternoon. I have to say, that this was pretty disappointing. It was literally a few layers of smoked salmon scattered with a few caper berries with three slices of lemon…surely a chunk of lemon would have been easier to handle? I hate to criticise this place because I really fell in love with it. Lets hope I just ordered the wrong starter.
Slowbear on the other hand was over the moon with his starter selection. He went for the miniature beef wellington, which was the size of a digestive biscuit, although much fatter, and surrounded by thick gravy. If you looked at it from a bird’s eye view, it would look like an eye.
The Gasgone Semillon 2005 was flowing as the mains arrived. I got real food envy during this course as Slowbear’s turbot was out of this world. It came with garlic mash and an avocado and tomato salsa. The salsa was a weird accompaniment and didn't really work, but the fish itself made up for it. It could have come served on newspaper and we still would have been impressed.
I had Wytch lemon sole with chips and salad. The sole was also very good and the meat fell of the bones. The chips were chunky and the salad fresh, although there was a little too much red onion. Both mains were very generous.
It was about this time that something strange and quite disgusting started to happen. The table next to us were a family team, with mum and dad and a grown daughter. All fairly innocuous, until the dad started belching and farting! Really loudly! The mother and daughter barley batted an eyelid. To make matters worse they then called the waitress over and blamed the cheese!
Slowbear was determined to say something, and if I hadn’t been so amazed I would have let him. In hindsight I should have. It could have spoilt the evening if it hadn’t been so funny. I don’t know what the staff could have said to them, but really I wish they had said something.
Luckily the belcher left and we could get on with our dessert. I had a strawberry and kiwi Eton mess. It was OK, but I couldn’t taste the kiwi, and by this point I was REALLY full. Slowbear charmed Linda into giving him two puddings and sampled the apricot cream slice and the homemade strawberry roulade. Both went down well.
The next morning we plumped for some scrambled eggs on toast and boiled egg and soldiers. The eggs were orange as you like and the scrambled egg had a sinful amount of butter in it.
The whole lot, dinner, bed, breakfast and booze came to an amazing £137, including service. WHAT A BARGAIN. I have definately fallen in love with this place. I will be back again and again and again.
Verdict:
So, in the space of 48 hours we managed to fit in a gut-busting amount of eating and a fairly hefty amount of sightseeing too. I would thoroughly recommend a trip to Suffolk for any foodie, as there is a plethora of wonderful places to eat from cheap cafes to fine dining. Plus the produce is fresh and local.
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