If you’ll remember yesterday’s posting (hey, it was only yesterday), you’ll know that my wife Jan and I had left Daglan last Friday. We were spending a three-day weekend with friends Elisabeth and Gerhard, and not incidentally, missing our village’s annual fête, which I call the Festival of Heat and Noise.
Where were we, you may have wondered, and what did we do?
Well, we went by plane to Southampton and then by ferry to the Isle of Wight, had a lot of fun, and consumed some great food and drink. Including a lunch where I enjoyed two British classics and a dessert that could become a classic.
The venue was an informal place on the waterfront of Ryde, on the Isle of Wight, called Three Buoys Restaurant (in TripAdvisor reviews, 74% of the ratings so far say Excellent, and another 18% say Very Good). We sat outside on the deck, overlooking the Solent (that’s the strait that separates the island from mainland England).
My entrée, so to speak, was that classic drink, the gin and tonic. This one was perhaps the best I’ve ever had, featuring the right amount of ice (1.2 metric tonnes), a slice of lemon, some juniper berries, and two great ingredients.
The real key was Monkey 47, a German gin described thusly on the menu: “47 botanicals make for an unrivalled complexity. Crisp with a sweet floral aroma.” To complement it, the restaurant’s knowledgeable and likeable manager recommended Fever-Tree Mediterranean Tonic, which turned out to be a perfect choice. Here is the first classic:
And what is more classic in Britain than fish and chips? I couldn’t think of anything, and so I simply had to have the Three Buoys’ gin-battered fish with lemon-salted chips and a few swirls of pea purée (the modern substitute for mushy peas, I suppose). It looked crisp and fresh and large and delicious, and it was. Here’s my plate:
As for the contender to become a classic, it was the dessert. On one side of the plate, which was scattered with bits of honeycomb, there was a small terrine of chocolate and caramel mousse with fresh raspberries; on the other, a quenelle of rose ice cream. It was all delicious, but the surprising taste treat was the rose ice cream. Nice!
So that’s it for classic British fare, for now anyway. In my next posting, I’ll review a place on the Isle of Wight where it’s all about being modern.