Well, inevitably, things got better
after Woking, and although I wasn’t in England for a culinary tour, I did put
on quite a few miles, and found myself eating all over the place: enjoying a
very English curry in Sheffield, a game pie from the Chatsworth House farm
shop, a pork and stuffing sandwich in the George Hotel in Castleton,
Derbyshire, then a meat pie in Hardwick Hall, much improved by the addition of
Henderson’s relish.
There was a roast pork Sunday lunch in the Leather Bottle in
Pleshey in Essex – no stuffing but with a piece of crackling. The crackling could have been cracklier
but you at least they tried. It
also came with two kinds of spuds and 4 other vegetables, which might be trying
too hard,
But of course when you really want
to get fancy, it’s London that calls.
My fancy dining companion Joanna and I went to lunch at Hix Soho, named
after Mark Hix who seems to be considered a kind of god in Britain. He is also apparently
“controversial.”
In 2009 celebrity chef Keith Floyd
ate lunch at the Hix Oyster and Fish House in Lyme Regis, then a few hours
later died of a heart attack. Hix
put an item on the menu named “Keith Floyd's Last Lunch.” (Certain sources have it as Last
Supper, but that surely can’t be right).
Some claimed to find this offensive, but I can’t for the life of me see
why. I assume Keith Floyd, or
anyone with a sense of humour about eating, would have been royally
amused. For future reference, any
restaurant that wants to put my last meal on their menu will have my blessing
to do so, and I hope it isn’t just hospital gruel.
Anyway Keith Floyd's Last Lunch
wasn’t on the menu at Hix Soho, but there was something called Heaven and Earth, which turned out to
be a globe of black pudding (wrapped in caul to keep its shape, I think)
sitting on a bed of mashed potatoes and apple. Pretty much impossible to resist: and tasting every bit as
good as you’d want it to be.
And for main course we had
cuttlefish in its own ink. I was
pretty sure I’d had cuttlefish before, but I really couldn’t remember when, and
since this came with sea aster, which I had never even heard of, I followed my
“eat what you’ve never had before” rule and ordered the beast. Of course I felt a little bit
Husymans-ish, ordering a mostly black meal, but I could live with that. It looked like this: (actually much
better, the light was poor, and the photographer didn’t want to look like a
hayseed).
I’ve since discovered that sea
aster is sweeping the nation as part of the ongoing foraging kick. I remember when the same happened with
samphire, and sea aster grows in similar places: salt marshes and estuaries. I heard somebody on the radio
describing it as a hip and happening ingredient though since Waitrose now sell
it, it may have lost some of its hipness.
Uncooked it looks like this:
Once cooked it was texturally like
a strip of cabbage or celery, but since it was drenched in squid ink it was
hard to know what it really tasted like.
And actually that squid ink sauce was the killer element of the
meal. It was good with the
cuttlefish, but it was absolutely GREAT with chips.
Any disappointments? Only that some of the best-looking food
wasn’t available for eating.
In a gazebo at Hardwick Hall, there was a fine array of vegetables grown
in the garden, good looking spuds and leeks, and the longest parsnips I had
ever seen, even if I’m not absolutely sure that a thin, two and a half foot
parsnip is really what we’re looking for, but I'd have been keen to sample.
In any case they were only for display.
And in the Turret House of Manor
Lodge in Sheffield there was a display of a medieval feast featuring a boar’s
head and a mouthwatering venison pie, but they were made of plaster: nobody’s
idea of a great last meal.
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