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Belfast, Northern Ireland, United Kingdom
August 18, 2012
From journal Summer in Cornwall
Edinburgh, Scotland, United Kingdom
May 20, 2004
We phoned up over a month before the trip and booked a table at St. Petroc's Bistro, the 'middle of the range' restaurant. Such determination is necessary; these places are damned popular.
There are two sittings every evening - we opted for the early on account of the Redhead's inability to stay awake past 9.30 (this pregnancy has a lot to answer for!). One arrives with expectations set high and the (obviously carefully chosen) staff kicks into gear the moment you arrive. The tone is friendly and informal - this is not a hushed dining room where the food of the master is to be revered.
The menu is reasonably short; perhaps half a dozen starters and a similar number of mains. Most feature fish as you would expect with a vegetarian option or two sounding tempting in their own right. The young and well informed staff breeze about giving you room to mull over decisions and excellent advice when required. No fuss was made of our 'just how washed is the salad?' questioning and such badgering was actively encouraged with the waitress later grilling the kitchen staff on the raw egg situation in the desserts.
Without doubt this was one of the finest meals I've had. Rick Stein is a strong advocate and supporter of small independent producers and suppliers growing and preparing things 'the proper way' and it was very easy to see why. I had a seasonal radicchio and fennel salad with tuna and parmesan and have never tasted lettuce like it - I wasn't even sure lettuce had a taste. The John Dory and Lemon sole that we had for mains were simply prepared and fabulous.
The desserts weren't needed but we stuffed our faces anyway. Pana cotta with fruit soaked in rum for me while the Redhead disgusted herself with how easily she polished off a slice of Pecan Pie.
When you spend the kind of money on a meal that means the baby may have to sleep in a washing basket you expect perfection and we nearly got it. It was very difficult not to overhear the conversation of the loud bloke and his son who took the table next to us. Considering it was the owner we let it slide although we have a few choice titbits for the Sunday tabloids should they come calling.
From journal High class gluttony in Padstow
San Jose, California
May 10, 2002
From journal Inspiring Cornwall