Since finding a decent eatery seemed to be an issue recently, maybe we should have a series of relevant food reviews?
We could start with the Marton. It’s been a bit rocky in the past decade, but since the middle of Covid there seems to be a definite intent to move towards fine dining. After a bracing and thoroughly clean-washed trip yesterday morning we stopped for lunch. You need to wait to be seated, and this is not a Covid thing now. We ended up next to the carbide and rusty krabs again, the last remnant of the past it seems. As usual I sneakily checked the ignitor was still functional, just in case. We shared a belly pork and the luxury burger. Really pretty good and not excessive pricing by local standards these days. The menu is really quite attractive and comparable to more expensive places in the area.
You can certainly take your mum for an upmarket ladies-who-lunch outing. The Lady of Leck was having lunch on the next table, so that removes all doubt on that score.
We reminisced about sharing a Pescatore pizza seated at the Pacman table. The only time we ever ate out as near-penniless students.
We could start with the Marton. It’s been a bit rocky in the past decade, but since the middle of Covid there seems to be a definite intent to move towards fine dining. After a bracing and thoroughly clean-washed trip yesterday morning we stopped for lunch. You need to wait to be seated, and this is not a Covid thing now. We ended up next to the carbide and rusty krabs again, the last remnant of the past it seems. As usual I sneakily checked the ignitor was still functional, just in case. We shared a belly pork and the luxury burger. Really pretty good and not excessive pricing by local standards these days. The menu is really quite attractive and comparable to more expensive places in the area.
You can certainly take your mum for an upmarket ladies-who-lunch outing. The Lady of Leck was having lunch on the next table, so that removes all doubt on that score.
We reminisced about sharing a Pescatore pizza seated at the Pacman table. The only time we ever ate out as near-penniless students.