Out & About
There’s a poem on the wall of the quaint
Where be that Blackbird to?
I know where ’e be.
’E be up yon
’N I be
’E sees I
’N I sees ’e
Wi a ruddy gurt stick
I’ll knock ’e down
Blackbird I’ll have ’e!
Now, whether this poet was a farmer worried about the blackbird eating his produce or whether he simply wanted to eat him Sing a Song of Sixpence-style we don’t know.
But it certainly gave us food for thought as we sat down to dine at this charming olde worlde pub with bang-up-to-date cooking.
Just open for a short time, Dom and Marliz Robinson have taken on a
But it’s the food that should lure you in. A short menu means seasonal and fresh dishes, and all served on delightful old-fashioned china. It was hard to fault anything.
Our choices to start were, for me, a venison tartare (£9) – not-too-finely chopped rich venison topped with slices of Jerusalem artichoke, a truffle mayo, hazelnuts and micro herbs with a generous grating of fresh black truffle. It was autumn on a plate.
My companion had a huge River Kennet crayfish ravioli covered with a foamy bisque and buttered leeks (£9). The ravioli filling was mousse-like, yet packed a real fish
Next was a partridge (£16) carved into legs and breasts on top of
The other main was a stunning sight – a plump piece of pink trout with a crispy skin surrounded by a light rosy grapefruit sauce and alongside a fondant potato with the veg, spinach, hidden below (£14). The grapefruit was a revelation and proved that any citrus works well with fish. This was the one we wanted the recipe for.
Desserts felt like a walk through autumn leaves too – a prune and Armagnac sundae (£6) was soft and yielding to the spoon and revealed luscious prunes
I opted for a chocolate fondant (£7), always a test, with blackberries and what the menu said was evaporated milk.
Now that took me right back to my childhood and puddings of tinned peaches or mandarin oranges with Carnation evaporated milk straight out of the can, with its lid pierced by dad at the table.
In fact, this was velvety evaporated milk ice cream and with a biscuit crumb also on the plate, the textures and tastes were just right. And the fondant oozed generously, as it should.
Our wine from an impressive list was English – a New Hall Vineyards from Chelmsford White Pinot, which had a peachy blush and was light and fruity.
And we must not forget the bread served with our meal – Dom’s home-made
Dom has, in fact, just returned from Dubai after many years and, as many of his London friends had moved to the Home Counties, he began looking for a village pub where he could settle with wife Marliz and their two young daughters.
While the family
And like the poem I quoted at the start, we should all ‘be