RER 7.29.15 |
The starters
were mixed: some stronger than others, some memorable and some lost. Four
miniscule Scottish scallops were surrounded by wisps of fennel and peas and
dribbles of chorizo dressing. It had a little bit of everything from spicy
fatty chorizo to sweet earthy peas and tender scallops, just not enough. Fried
calamari came in a basket, crisp, hot and fresh with just enough cooling lime
dressing and spicy chilli sauce. It was typical, familiar and tasty. The sharing
plate trio was much less appealing— the short rib pastrami was dry and burnt,
the pulled pork croquette was flavorless, and the pork ribs were dull.
What possessed
me to get a salad is beyond me. Maybe it was that crispy duck egg that
hypnotized me. Sometimes
salads are your favorite, but this “salad” was missing what makes a salad.
The base of the “salad” was a thick bed of chewy, stiff, dark wild rice, which
was mostly inedible in my book. The crispy duck egg, figs, zucchini and almonds,
however, were tasty on their own. There was so much crunch from the egg and a
creaminess from its soft yolky center that added richness to the merlot
dressing and summery ingredients. Good thing my friend and sister are much
lighter eaters than I am.
Both mains were
hearty, not extremely creative nor memorable, but solid and satiating. The
flanks of pork rib eye were tender and juicy, topped with a chunky apple
chutney to complete the classic pair. The sweetness of the round sweet potato
contrasted the earthy mushy peas, highlighting the salt of the meat and long
crunchy chicarron. Even the spicy baby chicken was well executed but just
chicken with a fat scoop of mashed potatoes. The bone marrow and Madeira jus
and mushroom sauces added oomph but were unnecessary in the end.
Yes, lunch was necessary
and nourishing, but it was just a backdrop for memories, laughter, catching up
and the essential Pimms. It was more than just a meal; it was the start of a great
trip with great friends.
RER