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  1. Fins Restaurant at Fencebay

    September 1, 2007 by John

    Boat and Little Cumbrae, from Portncross Castle near West Kilbride
    We buy almost all of our fish from Murray at the Fencebay fish stall at the Partick and Queen’s Park Farmers’ Markets. So, when we took Rene and Bert down the Clyde Coast, we jumped at the opportunity to go the restaurant at Fencebay, Fins.

    The restaurant is located just off the busy A78, in an old farm steading not far from the village of Fairlie. Also on site are the smokery, the farm shop and a cookery shop. Fins restaurant occupies the old byre and a more recent conservatory, and is warm and welcoming.

    The food lives up to the farmers’ market reputation. It had that taste that you only get when the fish is really fresh and has been cooked with a light touch.

    Mussels in a white wine sauce – the mussels were small and sweet, and the sauce really garlicky. (For some reason, I was the only person who had a starter!)

    Pan-fried mackerel coated in oatmeal, onion marmalade.

    Langoustines in garlic butter. Simple, classic, and around 200g of garlic butter for the whole table to dip our bread in!

    Seared scallops, white wine, cream and salmon sauce. Sweet scallops, good caramelised flavour.

    Cold seafood platter – hot smoked salmon, langoustines, crab claw, gravadlax, pickled herring, mussels, smoked salmon pate and oatcakes. A really well-packed, very Scottish platter.

    This is the sort of seafood that Scotland exports every day to Spain and France, and is only just becoming common here.

    The service was friendly, passing both stage 1 and 2 of the water test! The staff even offered more bread with the main course saying “you’ll need something to mop up the garlic butter”!

    But don’t take my word for it. Support these guys in the UKTV Food Local Hero 2007 awards.


  2. Rococo Glasgow

    September 1, 2007 by John

    Rene and Bert have been here this week, so we had an excuse to go to Rococo in West George Street. We did want to go to Etain but they are closed for refurbishment at present.

    Rococo is in the basement of one of the Blythswood Hill tenement blocks, but is light and welcoming, with large leather banquettes and comfortable leather armchairs. Service was attentive and friendly, although they failed the water test at Stage 2*. Surprisingly, the restaurant was only half empty at 8pm, and there were only two tables occupied by 9.30pm, and this was the start of the payday weekend!

    The food was well executed and tasty, and presented well on large plates. Most of the ingredients were locally sourced, and the chef was accommodating enough to convert one of the starter dishes into a main course.

    Amuse bouche: deep fried ball of duck confit (the oil was a little too hot, so the breadcrumb shell was a touch hard).

    Green bean salad, red onions, chicory.
    Ballotine of French rabbit, girolles.
    Tian of crab, guacamole and tomato relish.

    Loin of wild venison, cabbage, bacon & mushrooms
    Oven Roasted Fillet of Scotch Beef with Glazed Green Beans, Roasted Gnocchi and Root Vegetables, Truffle Jus
    Roast pigeon, pea risotto.

    Caramelised apple mille feuille with salted caramel
    Pepper cannelini with lemon ice cream and strawberries
    Trio of panna cotta.

    Coffee and (home-made) petit fours.

    We all agreed that the star of the meal was my caramelised apple mille feuille.

    * The water test
    Points are awarded for:

    • Stage 1: Providing a jug of iced tap water when requested (a bonus point if it appears unrequested);
    • Stage 2: Leaving the jug on the table. If the restaurant is one of those pretentious ones that seem to think that diners can’t be trusted in pouring their own drinks, then the maximum time a water glass should be empty is 5 minutes.

  3. Yellow Door Deli, Portadown

    August 17, 2007 by John

    Yellow Door
    Portadown suffers, not entirely unjustifiably, from a negative public image. It is therefore not the first place you would look for high quality grub.

    I had lunch in the Yellow Door Deli with my Mum today. The front of the shop is the bakery and deli counter, and the front window is full of freshly baked loaves. There is a surprisingly large eating area at the rear of the deli, which was busy but still warm and welcoming.

    As soon as we ordered, the waitress brought us a small selection of breads – wheaten, sourdough, cheese-topped white, tomato, herbed. I was a bit more full than I intended when the rest of the food arrived. I’ll be more prepared for that the next time.

    There was a wide choice – various sandwiches using the in-house bread, soups and main courses. Mum chose the fusilli pasta with chicken in a cream sauce, accompanied by sourdough garlic bread. She pronounced it “lovely” with a big smile on her face! I chose a sandwich – confit of duck, hoisin sauce and sesame seeds on a sourdough roll. It came with nicely dressed leaves and small portions of greek and potato salad. Nicely packed and just the right amount.

    We declined the offer of cake or patisserie for dessert, simply beacause we were both full.

    Looking around at the other tables, the other dishes looked equally good. In particular, the brown stew came in a large bowl with potatoes and caramelised root veg. Had we been there for breakfast, there were some further tempting things on the menu (French toast with bacon and maple syrup for example).

    Overall, this was a real find. OK, it’s made it into the Guardian directory and UKTV food heroes, but it was so different from the more typical Northern Irish lunch offerings that it is worth a visit. There’s not many places in Co. Armagh I could say that about.

    My only negative comment is about their website. Not only does it use Flash rather than proper XHTML, but it has white text on a light yellow background on some pages, with no way of changing font size or colour, or even selecting the text to highlight it. Some screens are unreadable. Sack your design team and find someone who knows what they are doing!


  4. The smell of wet pipers

    August 12, 2007 by John

    The World Pipe Band Championships were held on Glasgow Green yesterday. The week before had been sunny and warm, but the day of the championships saw continual light rain and leaden skies – truly dreich. That didn’t put off the pipers, who were well prepared with capes.

    Holding the capes for Strathclyde Police

    The competition involves 200 bands (that’s 8000 musicians) from Scotland, Ireland, England, Wales, the rest of Europe, Canada, USA, Australia, Pakistan, New Zealand, Brazil and Oman, among others. There are arenas covering all seven grade competitions, as well as Drum Major competition and Highland Games. And plenty of chip vans.

    The best place to watch the best bands at the Grade 1 final tuning area, where the bands make their last minute preparations before entering the competition arena. They concentrate on tuning, tightening up the drumming…

    Drummers concentrating

    …and getting tricky tunes right…

    Last minute practice

    … before marching off into the competition arena.

    Strathclyde Police

    Interestingly, Strathclyde Police band were the only band who didn’t use electronic tuners to check the tuning – instead they had two guys who listened and made careful adjustments to the drones. Now that’s serious musicianship.

    Results

    The Grade 1 results were…
    1st Field Marshall Montgomery Pipe Band from Lisburn, Co. Antrim
    2nd Simon Fraser University Pipe Band from Vancouver
    3rd Scottish Lion 78th Fraser Highlanders from Toronto
    4th= The House of Edgar Shotts and Dykehead
    4th= Strathclyde Police Pipe Band

    Field Marshall Montgomery have secured their second World Championship in two years. That makes up for us losing in the rugby.

    More pictures on Flickr.


  5. Memories of Operation Banner

    July 31, 2007 by John

    Helicopter view south armagh

    I was 8 when the first soldiers arrived in Northern Ireland.

    My Dad, a ‘B’ Special, had been away from home a lot just before, policing riots in Derry.

    I remember the first road block they set up outside our house. I was fascinated and wanted to welcome them with a cup of tea like I’d seen on TV. I thought that was the thing to do.

    I remember the road noise of Land Rovers driving down country roads. They could be heard approaching from about a mile away.

    I remember going with my Dad after he joined the UDR in the early 1970s to help fill sandbags at an electricity substation near Tandragee.

    I remember my Mum and Dad inviting two soldiers for Christmas dinner – I was around 11 or 12, and they brought me a leather football.

    I remember waiting in my Dad’s car as he worked in army barracks – Gough, Glenanne, Drumadd.

    I remember meeting older soldiers in the UDR – our postman had fought at El Alamein – a natural choice for Company Sergeant Major. WW2 was as close as we are to the Falklands conflict.

    I remember checking underneath my Dad’s car for bombs each morning.

    I remember his personal protection weapon in his bedside drawer.

    I remember him attending countless funerals.

    I remember waiting for him to come home from duty each night.

    And I remember people who didn’t.

    I am glad Operation Banner is over.