Partial success
Aug. 18th, 2018 10:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustWe did not, as we had hoped, manage to spend yesterday evening with some of the other family members who are here for the wedding. But we did make (text) contact with durham_rambler's brother (Father off the Bride), and learned from him that although we could not join them for dinner (they had not been able to book for a large party; it seems that Cornwall is really busy in August. Who knew?) we could deliver the wine to the bride who, with her team of assistants, was at the venue making it ready. So we drove, clinking, down to the fort, said hello and had a sneak preview, and drove away not clinking any more. hooray.
We ate at The View restaurant. This is not exactly the View:
but very close: the restaurant is raised above the road, so that - from our inside table, at least - the view was not interrupted by foreground, just the straight line of the horizon between grey sea and grey sky. We both ate singed scallops, which were delicious: the sweetness of the barely-cooked flesh cut by the bitterness of the burnt edge, more sweetness from the accompanying vegetables, and the cream sauce lifted by a gentle zing of lemon. The staff were friendly and helpful, and made no difficulty about serving the crab risotto from the starter menu as a main course: it was delicious, and I was glad I had not been deterred from ordering it, but so rich that actually the starter portion would have made a satisfying main course, perhaps with a side salad. And then I might have managed the chocolate marquise for dessert, instead of going for the lighter, fresher lemon parfait (which was good, though maybe over-decorated with leaves and goji berries - the toasted hazelnuts worked well, and would have worked better without distractions). From a long wine list with several possibilities I chose a picpoul de pinet, cool, fresh, slightly salt, just what I hoped it would be.
We might have returned to the village to see who was at the pub, but it was nearly ten o' clock, so we came back to the hotel, and discovered a text saying that a couple had made other arrangements and there would, after all, be room for us at the family table. In other circumstances, I might have been sorry to have missed this, but as it was...
And now it's the big day: time to put on my party frock!
durham_rambler's brother (Father off the Bride), and learned from him that although we could not join them for dinner (they had not been able to book for a large party; it seems that Cornwall is really busy in August. Who knew?) we could deliver the wine to the bride who, with her team of assistants, was at the venue making it ready. So we drove, clinking, down to the fort, said hello and had a sneak preview, and drove away not clinking any more. hooray.We ate at The View restaurant. This is not exactly the View:
but very close: the restaurant is raised above the road, so that - from our inside table, at least - the view was not interrupted by foreground, just the straight line of the horizon between grey sea and grey sky. We both ate singed scallops, which were delicious: the sweetness of the barely-cooked flesh cut by the bitterness of the burnt edge, more sweetness from the accompanying vegetables, and the cream sauce lifted by a gentle zing of lemon. The staff were friendly and helpful, and made no difficulty about serving the crab risotto from the starter menu as a main course: it was delicious, and I was glad I had not been deterred from ordering it, but so rich that actually the starter portion would have made a satisfying main course, perhaps with a side salad. And then I might have managed the chocolate marquise for dessert, instead of going for the lighter, fresher lemon parfait (which was good, though maybe over-decorated with leaves and goji berries - the toasted hazelnuts worked well, and would have worked better without distractions). From a long wine list with several possibilities I chose a picpoul de pinet, cool, fresh, slightly salt, just what I hoped it would be.
We might have returned to the village to see who was at the pub, but it was nearly ten o' clock, so we came back to the hotel, and discovered a text saying that a couple had made other arrangements and there would, after all, be room for us at the family table. In other circumstances, I might have been sorry to have missed this, but as it was...
And now it's the big day: time to put on my party frock!
