Dining highs and lows, 2018

Is “disappointment” meant to be the opposite of “appointment”? If so, my dining experiences in 2018 included a bunch of great appointments and a handful of disappointments. Here they are…

Best meal
Too easy. The pass bench at Ynyshir. This is the best restaurant in the UK right now (for my money) and I harumphed loudly at my Twitter feed when I saw the stodgily trad Core by Clare Smyth get a 2nd Michelin Star while Ynyshir is still on its 1st. Maybe the wild west coast of Wales is too far for Monsieur Bibendum? Gareth Ward is a wizard and it feels as though every morsel of superb produce that comes out of that kitchen has been treated like a precious artefact deserving of care and respect. But with flavours that kick arse.

Char sui perfection

Char sui perfection


Runner up
The Fordwich Arms, in deepest Kent. Quite apart from the simply superb cooking, you cannot possibly come here without feeling like a country squire, just popping down to his rather splendid local after a bracing afternoon bagging pheasants in the coppice. Do yourself a favour, take a weekend break in this gorgeous corner of England.

Fordwich Arms

Fordwich Arms


Best casual dining
Bristol is just killing it with amazing casual dining places, absolutely killing it. Top of the heap has to be Pasta Loco, where every plate of food is just gob-smacking flavour-packing good, and where the staff couldn’t be more friendly and relaxed yet totally capable and knowledgable.

Bugatini pasta

Bugatini pasta

Top tip for future greatness
I’m good at this. I’ve got form. I raved about Casamia before they had even one Michelin star, and Ynyshir before anyone else had even reviewed them, not to mention Bulrush and the Black Swan who are both now dusted with stars. So. This year my pick for future greatness is: Folium, Birmingham. One dish in particular made me sit up and grin my face off. Ribbons of kohlrabi cooked to the texture of fresh pasta and doused in a pungent truffle sauce with a pile of parmesan. Yes! They made kohlrabi special! I expect great things to come.

Platin' up at Folium

Platin’ up at Folium


Best dish
So, so difficult; amazing bucatini at Pasta Loco, several astonishing morsels at Ynyshir, and that pork knuckle at the Fordwich! But let’s talk about Hambleton Hall. It’s been there for donkey’s years, posh dining on an island in a lake, and I kinda expected some very predictable French fayne dayning and a bunch of dishes I’d have forgotten within a week. But I am never gonna forget that hare wellington, as it was absolutely bloody amazing. Here’s a nice callback: Gareth Ward recalls cooking the hare wellington when he worked at Hambleton ten-odd years ago!
Hare wellington, rubbish photo

Hare wellington, rubbish photo


Most disappointing dining
Well, got a couple of candidates. Where The Light Gets In had so much hype thrown at it by the time I visited, on a frozen day in March, that my expectation levels were in the stratosphere. Even so, this was great technique but producing really uninspiring dishes. It was a melancholy meal. And I’ve seen the photos on the rave reviews, and I’m convinced the team at WTLGI just had a really poor menu on during our visit. C’est la vie. Differently disappointing was Jamavar. We visited this fine dining Indian just after their star-winning chef had moved on to pastures new, and so instead were treated to a bog standard curry blowout with various fripperies and expensive crockery to give it the stamp of “fayne dayning”. Meh.
Pork, Where The Light Gets In

Pork, Where The Light Gets In


Seriously, WTF?
Shout out to Moksh, Cardiff for keeping us entertained right through their “tasting menu” (though probably not in the way they’d hoped). Clipping a tiny reading light to the side of a plate so that it looks like a tiny street lamp does not turn a dish of (fairly decent) Indian street food into fine dining! And doubling down on the clove-scented dry ice so that it appears with not one but two dishes also doesn’t double the gastronomy, chaps.
Street(lamp) food

Street(lamp) food


Local hero
I couldn’t round up 2018 without recalling the dozens of times we’ve gone down the road to Baker & Graze here in Cheltenham and enjoyed some of the best cafe lunches and naughty pastries I’ve had anywhere in the country… nay, the world. Praised by David Everitt-Matthais in a recent article, which is praise indeed. Cuttlefish stew with aioli FTW. Deary me, and I haven’t even done them a write-up!

Moroccan lamb, Baker & Graze


Great food abroad
Hats off to Chiang Saen, a town on the Mekong in northern Thailand where we ended up almost by accident. Hungry and lost down backroads, we had an amazing bowl of pork noodle soup made by a lady who spoke no English, though thankfully her neighbour the barber (very cool haircut, dude) came over and translated for us. Then in the evening we sat on the pavement by the dark Mekong and feasted on a river fish cooked in bamboo and laden with so much holy basil and chilli that my mouth was actually at war with itself (Give me more! No, I’m going to die of chilli! But it’s soooo good! No, no, REALLY dying! But I want moooooore!).
Pork noodle soup, Chiang Saeng

Pork noodle soup, Chiang Saeng


Sad food abroad
French provincial Michelin 1-star restaurants continue to be terribly disappointing, especially in the dessert department. This year’s specimen is Le Cercle, Bourges. Sad stuff indeed. But it follows at least four similar experiences in the last few years. The bar is clearly much, much lower in the home country.
Car crash pud

Car crash pud


DIY
Well, y’know, I cook stuff myself! Shout out to a lovely cookbook: Fresh India, by Meera Sodha. Great vegetarian dishes from all over the sub-continent. Normal rules of Indian cookbooks apply though; always double the quantity of spices specified (and sometimes I wish I’d gone further). My favourite made-up-by-me dish that I can remember is: puree of baked potatoes and leek, topped with smoked oysters. This was a brilliant pairing. Try it, trust me. Modern classic.

And that’s my lot. Stuff I’m looking forward to in 2019? No idea! Sorry, I’m just not that dedicated a food blogger. I’ll see where my wanderings take me, what new openings catch my eye, and then I’ll write about whatever is worth writing about. Take care out there.

Review: Core, London

Core, c'est elegant

Core, c’est elegant

Core is proper fine dining. The elegant room filled with soft lighting on white linen, the miracle thin glassware, the shimmying clusters of waiters bearing the next remove, it’s all there. This is not “casual fine dining” or “modern fine dining”. And that’s lovely. This is exactly the place to come if you want to feel like you are someone special, but a non-showy self-assured British kind of special.
The wine list is kinda eye-watering. Yes, if you pore over the tome long enough you can find a handful of wines around the £60 mark. But if you have to play “hunt the 2 digit wine” on a wine list then you also spoil the lovely sense of occasion by having to admit that, yes, you chose this wine not based on whether it’s a style or grape you like, or whether it particularly suits the food you’ve chosen, but because it’s one of the few cheap ones. Classy.

Potato

Potato

But hey, I’ve blown £500+ on a meal for two more than a handful of times, so that shouldn’t be what the review is about (though it’s worth disclosing). It’s about the food.

Nice little amuse bouches to start, though none that quite met the “oh, just give me a dozen more of these and leave me in a corner!” test of a truly great amuse. The first dish was a scallop tartare on a handsome shell, dressed with an oceanic bit of sauce. It was creamy, gentle and – for me – an unappealing slightly sticky/slippery texture without enough flavour to bring it to life.

Next, a potato. Good idea to make a small perfectly roasted charlotte potato the centre of a dish. And if you put it in a lake of insanely rich buttery seaweed sauce then it’s going to taste great. Wow. Buttery though. The fish was a tranche of skate wing topped with a crisp sliver of sweet malty bread and some bright orange curls of Morecambe Bay shrimp. But again with the pool of artery-hardening rich sauce. Maybe I’m just gettin’ too old for classic 7 course tastin’ menus, eh?

Carrot and lamb

Carrot and lamb

The carrot and lamb dish was a winner, although if the carrot was meant to be the star then I’m afraid that slow-cooking it in lamb fat and covering it with lamb kinda took all the carrot out of it. The main course, of duck, was truly delicious and well balanced. I really loved the startlingly bright citrus perfume of the Nepalese pepper ground onto it – a tiny touch but well worth doing and I found a flavour I’ve never tried before. Yay.

Dessert was a classic tasting menu concoction of shards of meringue and cream and soforth with flavours of pear and verbena. It was a good enough end, but I’ll have forgotten it in a week.

I’ve had so many superb meals this year that I was really underwhelmed by Core. Which isn’t to say that it’s not excellently executed classic French fine dining, because it is. It’s some of the other great meals I’ve had (for less dosh) that set the bar too high. It was a good meal out with friends, but I don’t think it’s going to be appearing on my “top” anything list. The tasting menu was £115 each, but unless you’re going to go tee-total or stick to the cheapies you could easily add the same for drinks.

Signature pre-dessert

Signature pre-dessert

Review: Mere, London

Amuse

Amuse

We’re not sure how to pronounce Monica Galetti’s restaurant, Mere. It’s certainly not “meer” as in a watery marsh. It seems more likely to be “mair” if it’s French for mother. But the website confirms that it should be “mary” which is a Samoan pronounciation. The restaurant also aims to be French with South Pacific influences, but eyeballing the menu doesn’t show up a helluva lot that isn’t staunchly modern Gallic.

There’s a soothing but not really deep venison consomme to start. Maureen’s starter is a venison tartare. It’s a little oily really, and the smoked pine oil doesn’t make much of a showing. Perhaps the dish is rather saved by the generous dollop of caviar on it. Well, that’s what you pay for! Caviar makes everything right. Mine is a salad that mixes deeply pink slices of braised brisket and nicely meaty slivers of grilled heart, along with various pickles and leaves. It’s a nice salad.

Black curry cod

Black curry cod

For main course I picked the veggie dish, intrigued by “chestnut puff”. I love a chestnut, and tis the season too. We found a great chestnut tree in the Forest of Dean the other week and feasted on ’em for days. This puff is a big crispy shell, a beautiful nut brown colour and properly chestnutty in flavour. It’s filled with a mixture of gently roasted root veg, bits of apple to lend an important bit of acid, and a pleasant celeriac sauce. This is an eye-catching and very stylish plate, but once it’s all done and I need to sum up the eating experience? What I’ve got is “very pleasant”. Soothing rather than exciting.

Maureen’s black curry cod is also highly dramatic, certainly to look at, and the hint of curry is a fine thing too. The hearty slab of cod has a beautiful translucence. Creamy lovage sauce and gently pickled celery work well with it. Good dish. Tim’s is the star dish of the day: splendid piece of brill with jerusalem artichokes and an ice wine reduction.

Pear and coffee pud

Pear and coffee pud

Desserts are pretty and pleasing. Poached pear slivers with a coffee mousse; a really good flavour combination, cleverly done and beautiful presentation. My baked alaska is also very easy on the eye, and setting fire to some bourbon poured into the top is good drama. I could have wished for a more dazzling orange flavour from the ice cream within, though.

I don’t think anyone bringing a loved one here for a special occasion is going to be disappointed. The cuisine is satisfyingly fine dining through and through. For me it lacked intensity in many of the dishes, a bit of style over substance. You’ll pay around £57 for three courses.

Chestnut puff

Chestnut puff

Review: Windsor Grill, Windsor

I’m very seldom in a steak restaurant. As I’ve noted before, most times for me the interesting thing about a plate of food – certainly if I’m going to throw £20+ at it – is the chef’s choice of flavours and textures, how they balance, how they pop and how they’re presented. Whereas a steak inevitably comes with chips, rocket and a grilled tomato. Maybe a mushroom. On the other hand, really good steak is utterly delicious. So I guess it’s worth hitting a steak house now and again. So, the Windsor Grill.

It’s tucked away about as far as you can get from the tourist scrum around Windsor Castle, which is a great sign. It’s not here to cater for the tourist trade, it’s here for the locals. Inside it is basically a steak house. You’ve got the picture. A nice one. The service couldn’t be more friendly and useful either. They even sympathised with us about the table of ten braying donkeys sat behind us. Bit unlucky, but didn’t spoil the meal.

Chateaubriand

Chateaubriand

The menu is all trad classics. My snails in garlic butter were from Dorset, plump and toothy, with a pretty good butter though not quite to Gallic standards of stinkiness. Maureen’s popcorn crayfish were a generous bowlful, in good batter, not oily at all.

For the main event we split a chateaubriand. It’s a beautiful piece of meat, as you’d hope. Soft, almost livery, full of flavour and cooked spot on. Truffle fries are good. The bearnaise sauce likewise. And yes, there’s rocket and grilled tomato and a fried mushroom.

Decent selection of wine too. The Windsor Grill is a good go-to if you find yourself in Windsor with no other desire than to avoid the vile tourist restaurants (side note: I’d also recommend Bel and the Dragon as a decent option). You’re looking at £30ish for two courses if you go for steak, but they’ve plenty of other options.

Review: Opheem, Birmingham

Opheem. Niiiiice

Opheem. Niiiiice

I wonder to what extent labelling a dish “Winning dish on Great British Menu” skews the punters to order it? I’m willing to bet that a lot more of them fly out of the kitchen than the other mains or starters they’re sharing the menu with. And chef Aktar Islaam has two “winner on GBM” as well as a “winner on F-Word” dishes competing on his menu at Opheem. We were typically obtuse and didn’t order any of them. Well, the whole menu just looked good.

And before I dive into the food, I have to say I liked the dining room to bits. Sleek decor, dramatic touches, but also very comfy. Open kitchen but behind a glass wall to keep the noise down. Good service too.

Oyster nibble

Oyster nibble

So. Good little nibbles to start. An oyster macaron with sweet green pearls and an oceanic oyster emulsion was very pretty and very polished. Best possible signal that this was going to be genuinely fine dining from Indian roots! I’ve moaned enough times about Indian “fine dining” restaurants that are just curry houses with fancy plating, I won’t start on that agai… oh. I just did.

My starter was abalone mushroom, hearty chunks grilled like steak, with truffle puree and a deeply satisfying mushroom broth. Little chips of rice pancake added crunch. Outstanding. Maureen’s mackerel sounded like it would be sweet/hot and punchy, but in the event the slivers of grilled mackerel were the predominant flavour (and good) with the accompanying mango salad and dressing just so-so.

Splendid fungi

Splendid fungi

Tamarind sorbet made for a funky palate cleanser. And ticks the novelty box for me, which isn’t that easy to do these days (jaded palate, moi?).

My main was gorgeous. Centred on a very juicy/fatty tranche of wild boar belly, a sturdy slice of nicely scorched carrot, and a dumpling filled with the most amazing minced boar loin. The dumpling had the texture of silky suet pudding and it’s quite beyond my skill to tell you what precise combination of spiced made the minced filling quite so wonderful. Anyway, the whole dish was finished off with a healthy pouring of beautifully deep and earthy curry gravy. Splendid.

Maureen’s goat biryani proved to be even better. A square of slow-roasted goat belly. A button of minced goat with, again, a warm and delicious mix of spices. And then an entire goat biryani under a pastry lid. Words cannot express the magical scent exhaled all around us by that dish when the lid was carved off. Black cardamom was the main aromatic, and if you know it you might be able to imagine. The dish needed a generous dollop of silky chilled yogurt, and that’s exactly what it had.

Goat biryani

Goat biryani

I honestly expected desserts to be a let-down after that. Nuh-uh. Maureen’s rice pudding was actually more akin to a pannacotta in texture; Chef Aktar Islam served our puds himself, and said he didn’t actually like the rice in rice pudding, so after cooking he takes it out! Well, it works. Paired very well with textures of rhubarb and some puffed rice too. My dessert was down on the menu as “Chai” but the chai parfait was actually entirely overwhelmed by powerful pineapple and coconut flavours. Pfff… who cares, I like pineapple and coconut, and I liked this a lot. Don’t think I’ve ever had better coconut sorbet.

We ended up around £38 for 3 courses without drinks. The wine list is fairly short, but very good prices and good quality. I’m really impressed with Opheem. It’s immediately the top bar for Indian cuisine in Birmingham, and frankly I don’t think there’s more than a couple of places in London being this inventive.

Rice pudding with a twist

Rice pudding with a twist