A weekend in Padstow

In May we went on a weekend trip to Padstow in Cornwall. Many in the region and elsewhere call it Padstein as it would appear that Rick Stein has almost a monopoly in the town, with various restaurants, gift shops, fish shops, you name it he has it! We however, gave him a miss and honed in on Number 6, which is the jewel in the crown of Paul Ainsworth, he has a second more fun restaurant just around the corner,Rojanos, which is an affordable Italian.
However it was to Number 6 that we went, a smallish intimate restaurant where the 8 of us had small room to ourselves. Paul Ainsworth started out under the tutelage of Gary Rhodes, Marcus Wareing and Gordon Ramsey, and was awarded in 2013 his first Michelin star. He has also appeared on BBC in the Great British Menu, where he showcased his pièce de resistance, the Fairground.

Haddock with poached egg and black pudding
Haddock with poached egg and black pudding
Plate of oysters with escabeche
Plate of oysters with escabeche

On the menu, there are 6 starters, 6 mains and 6 desserts, I had the oysters ( can never resist) and they were excellent. Himself, can never resist smoked Haddock, which came with a poached egg and black pudding, right up his street.Another choice was the torched cornish mackerel which came with celeriac remoulade, parma ham and cucumber. All were good choices.

Torched Cornish Mackerel
Torched Cornish Mackerel

For our main courses the following were chosen, Shallot Tart, Roast cod, Monkfish which came with bone marrow and wild garlic, and the lamb rump, which was roasted in hay. Again all were excellent and no complaints there.

Monkfish with bone marrow
Monkfish with bone marrow
Roast rump of lamb
Roast rump of lamb

Then we came to dessert. Two of us chose the Fairground, not sure what anyone else had ( if indeed they had anything). To my mind the Fairground dessert ( which is for 2) was something way over the top and too gimmicky for words. It was served on a miniature trolley and included peanut popcorn, toffee apples, doughnuts, marshmallows and honeycomb lollipops. For me the best part was the honeycomb lollipops, these reminded m of Crunchie bars, something that I have not eaten since I was a child!, Overall though, I wish that we had chosen something different. would not eat it again and would not recommend it to anyone.

Award winning dessert The Fairground
Award winning dessert The Fairground

However, if it were not so far away, I would return, even though it is on the pricey side, the cheapest main, the shallot tart came in at £28.
The next day we went on a little walk ( about 10 miles or so), around the headland , this was quiet beautiful and certainly worked up an appetite for our next dining adventure. We headed over to Rock, across the estuary, but not to Nathan Outlaws at the St. Enodoc Hotel ( where he has had 2 Michelin Stars for the past four years, but to a restaurant called The Dining Room. from the outside, we were I have to admit a little dubious about our choice, it seemed almost like a clapboard small bungalow, not a restaurant at all.

But we were in a for a Big surprise. we had the most amazing meal, prepared by Fred, the head ( and only ) chef and served by Donna, his long suffering partner, fiancee ( they have been dating for over 10 years!) see the menu below and the prices! and a picture of Fred. We could not fault anything, the service was impeccable and the food remarkable, I wish he were nearer London, I would go every week!

and a final word, Fred marry her!

My mind is still in London ( though my body is not)

Yes, although I have decamped from London , my mind is still there.

Last week, I strolled along to Connaught Square/Connaught Village, the enclave near Marble Arch, bordered by the Edgware Road to the East, Bayswater to the West, Paddington  and Sussex Gardens to the North and Hyde Park to the South. I once telephoned a real estate agent about a Des. Res that he had for sale in the area, “Where is it?” I enquired, Sussex Gardens was the reply. What? says I, the Hooker Street? well it is up and coming was the reply!

Well I guess it arrived along with the Blairs, he of Perma tan fame and their entourage of 4  policemen who guard then 24 hours a day, it was my stomping ground,my neck of the woods, my”hood” but I quickly moved on. But once in a while I go back, mainly to see the lovely Dion my hairdresser and to have a look around the old neighbourhood.

Well was I in for a surprise this visit, things have changed and for the better. Marcus, the coffee merchant is still there filling the air with coffee aroma, whilst he roasts his beans, as is the Duke of Kendal, which was our local pub, where on a Sunday night, June plays on the honky-tonk, whilst the locals take it in turn to sing their solo ” You can play with my cucumbers, but don’t touch me cabbages”  being one of my favourites. Along with “My old man is a dustman” and “It is a long way to Tipperary”. Once when we were there, I wondered where all these kids who could sing came from? Well it was a Sunday night and all the cast of FAME turned out.

Argentian deli Arbusto
Argentian deli Arbusto

The Victoria ( another pub is still there) along with Noor-Jhan 2, obviously an Indian restaurant and Stuccico , a small Italian. An old favourite changed hands and is now an Argentinian called Malevo, and the wine merchant has become an Argentinian Deli called Abasto, whilst the dry-cleaners has become a Pain Quotidian and the pizza chain of Zizi has become a Japanese. This is interesting, it is labeled  a IZAKYA, which apparently means “Roof of Alcohol” ( will have to check this with my Japanese friend).In Japan, many  men work in the city, very long hours, and will sleep there in crowded almost dormitory type accommodation, they will drink in an izakaya, which also serves mediocre food which is usually salty and fatty.However the word izakaya has developed a different meaning in London, as Japanese casual dining with plates of food designed to share.

KUROBUTA, a Japanese Izakaya!
KUROBUTA, a Japanese Izakaya!

So KUROBUTA has arrived in Connaught Village, and the head chef is from Nobu, so it sounds good, will have to try it.image

Another one to try is MaxiMini, it is owned whole or partly ( I am not sure) by Mr. Jimmy Choo. Are you surprised that there really is a Jimmy Choo? Did you think that it was Tamara Mellon who started the shoe company. Well, wrong, Jimmy Choo is alive and kicking and makes the most beautiful shoes, but custom-made for you. Somehow or other Tamara Mellon got his name and his ready  to wear business but he is now Jimmy Choo Couture. So anyway he has a restaurant and it is called  Maximini, it is a blend of Chinese and Malay cuisines and declares itself to be fine dining Chinese. The restaurant itself is simplistic and chic with old-fashioned colonial style and the menu looks great.

Cocomaya
Cocomaya

Then there is the tailors, which is now Cocomaya, a coffee shop come  patisserie, it has become so successful that it has also taken over the premises of the greasy spoon next door, which shut, when the owner Mr. Singh ran off with his wife’s sister, leaving huge debts, or something like that according to local gossip.

Cocomaya the home of the Cronut, but they can not call them that as it is patented by the Dominique Ansel Bakery in New York. A Cronut is a cross between a croissant and a doughnut. It is croissant dough made to look like a doughnut and is deep-fried, and then filled and glazed. Other bakers have made similar products, the Dosants or the Doughssants, or Mister croissant Donut. Apparently at one stage these calorie filled extravaganzas were selling for over $100 each, whereas the original price tag was already hefty $5! So watch out Krispy Kremes, there are other sinful delights out there

CroNuts
CroNuts
4th July Cronut Specials
4th July Cronut Specials

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So, from upscale Argentinian, to upscale Chinese to upscale Japanese the neighbourhood has indeed improved, but a good old faithful is till there.Colbeh is a tiny family run persian restaurant, which serves very good food, bring your own bottle and at this time of the year be prepared to wait for a table, if you come after the setting of the sun, it is Ramadan and the usual influx of people from the gulf know too well that this a great place to eat. A must have is their version of pita ? Bread, you watch it being rolled out, holes being put in and then flung against the inside of a very hot oven

Colbeh, the best secret in town
Colbeh, the best secret in town

Oh, I almost forgot the most exciting news, this picture tells a story, Jimmy is re-opening his shoe shop! Yippee! Not that I can afford them( but thank you #2 daughter who bought them for me)!

Jimmy is coming to town Again!
Jimmy is coming to town Again!

Am I stalking Giles Coren, or is he stalking me?

Last week, as I mentioned, I read Giles Coren’s review in the Times on La Blanchette in Soho, dashed off there for lunch and was suitably impressed. However this week, he is writing from the Algarve.

Funny , he was staying at the Conrad , which is a short hop from Faro airport. I was there with a bunch of lady golfers. At my club, we are truly spoilt, the ladies have a “tour” just like the men, and this is duly organised by the noble soul who is Lady captain at the time. So far we have been to Northern France, Brazil, Rome, Switzerland, Normandy,  Florence, Germany, Turkey, Morocco, Spain, Austria and this year to Portugal.

We too stayed at the Conrad, which was perfect for us, placed as it is amidst a bunch of top golf courses. I agree with him, insomuch as, it is a modern hotel, beautifully landscaped, with lots of pools,I could not fault the rooms, beautiful and functional. He went there with  children, which I am not sure I would do, true they have kids clubs etc, and apparently great kids food, but for me this is an adult type of place. It is a couple of miles from the beach , which is beautiful, but the only way to get there ( if you do not have a car) is on the hotel shuttle bus, which runs hourly from 10 am until 4 pm. To my mind Kids need beaches.

Breakfast was the highlight of the day at the Conrad. We sat outside, we could have the buffet ( hotel buffets usually fill me with horror, ) this was amazing and something for everyone, and Nothing there you fancy, well then a la carte was also available. Attentive service, great staff. We too ate in the GUSTO restaurant, “cheffed” by Heinz Beck. Fo us it was a superb meal, and we were the only diners there. However, for me the only complaint about the hotel were the stairs, or rather the lack of them. Our room was at the end of the first floor, but the only way to get up or own was via the elevator. My room-mate and I tried every which way Not to use the elevator, all to no avail, we found routes to the rear of the bar, to an office and outside but to the lobby, No! there were stairs leading from the lobby down, but not up and where there should have been stairs, there was a weird art installation. check out the picture and judge for yourself.

art installation, where the staircase should be
art installation, where the staircase should be
the pool at the Algarve Conrad
the pool at the Algarve Conrad

 

 

 

 

Lady Captain with Matt and Steve
Lady Captain with Matt and Steve

 

 

 

 

 

View of the beach from t a Golf course
View of the beach from a Golf course
28 lady golfers on tour
28 lady golfers on tour

 

 

 

 

However we were there for golf. The highlight of our golf experience was a day at Monte rei, about an hours drive from the resort. This was Millionaires golf, the service was impeccable,as was the course. Clubs were cleaned for us, loaded onto carts for us, course Marshall duly kept the four grumpy men following 28 ladies, at bay and the sun shone. After golf we had a drink on the terrace, and had our daily prize giving. This was done in style as Matt Pinsent and Steve Redgrave did the honours for us. Grumpy men beware, when following 28 ladies, is all I can say!

 

 

 

What Giles Coren, also said on Saturday, was “Don’t go to the Algarve for Tapas, go to Wapping”. Well he was correct in the Don’t go to the Algarve bit for Tapas, as Tapas, are as we all know ( but not Giles Coren, or so it would seem), are Spanish and not Portuguese. Petiscos are the Portuguese equivalent of Tapas .There  are Tapas bars in Portugal, but they’re an adaptation of the Spanish fare and not interchangeable with Petiscos. Petiscos, like Tapas, aren’t easy to define. A good example would be bifanas (thin pork sandwiches)  or snail soup, the difference between a Tapa and Petisco is also  in the seasoning of the dishes. Spain colonised mainly in the West, Central and South America whereas Portugal went east to Goa, to China and to Africa.However the one spice that really distinguishes Portuguese food from its Spain is their use of Piri-Piri, made from African Bird’s Eye Chili Peppers. So Chicken Piri Piri, is a real Portuguese dish and not just something that Nando’s or Marks and Spencers ready meals have decided to call their own.

The BIG dining out experience that Mr. Coren missed out was a trip to  Sr. Frango. Cheap and Cheerful with the best chicken in town. Kid friendly and lady golfer friendly to boot. ( his kids would have loved it,So eat your heart out Mr. Coren, you had better get over to Wapping to eat your Tapas, whilst enjoyed Portuguese chicken. Oh I forgot, he gets paid to write his reviews, Ah well never mind!

at. Sr. Frango's
at. Sr. Frango’s
Sr. Frango
Sr. Frango