It is 18:25 on a cold Tuesday night in St Austell and we are going out to a pub for dinner. We don't know where it will be but it will be within the legendary Polgooth/Brit midcornwall pub quadrant. Wherever we go, I will be reviewing later tonight. Its this kind of real time reporting that pushes midcornwall.com up there with CNN, BBC and Pirate FM. Check back shortly for what is going to be the best blog based review of a Pub with Grub in the history of the internet...
We are back!
It is 20:00. We are 40 pounds less in money and we are full... find out what happened in the exciting last 90 minutes...
After a small amount of debate we chose a pub that we had been to many times before. But this time, with two kids (one four today) and a critical bent we went in midcornwall.com review mode.
The pub in question has no name. Within the town is known simply by its prestigious amount of Michelin stars, of which it has seven.
Décor wise its pretty good. The only drinking area is the bar area. It has a nice - not too smokey - atmosphere and tonight had a very welcome real fire in the hearth. The staff are always friendly as are the punters - an important point in pubs that serve as restaurants.
The Menu
The bottom line main course is about six quid, the most expensive is Peppered T Bone Steak which is a whopping nineteen pounds. Nnn nnn nnn nnninteneen pounds for a steak, in
I ordered Mussels and Steak and my domestic assistant/wife went for the vegetarian chillie. I also ordered Carlsberg Export which had the grainy piquancy of an autumn morning and the fortifying effect of pure ambrosia. A remarkable pint.
The Muscles were OK, they were all fresh and all opened with only about two "I have mollusk cancer" patients in the bowl. The sauce was the sally army version of some kind of white wine sauce. It was watery and lacked any real flavor. Good muscles bad sauce.
The steak main course wasn’t the nnnn nnn nninteen version but the more modest rump. It wasn’t bad at all but there was no real effort in the preparation. Of special note, the boiled potatoes were shameful vegetable carcasses that had been bathed in microwaves on more than one occasion, I suspect.
My domestic assistant felt her veggie curry was pretty good. Six out of ten, good veggies and good selection but taste wise unexciting.
Conclusion
St Austell has so few nice places to go out that we are often scratching in fallow fields of choice the summer after the very same megadrought that killed off the plague of locusts the winter before. Or, to use a less ridiculous metaphor, we are clutching at straws. And so places like "The Michelin Severn Stars" we have to keep going back to. Its that or pot noodles.
The pub, as a Gastro-Pub/restaurant gets 6 out of ten in my book and my domestic assistant concurs with this. The food could probably get a 7 out of ten if they went a bit further afield in their culinary meanderings. The place itself could get a higher rating if they steam cleaned the seats, which were black with the rancid sweat of a legion diners and drunkards.
The Final word:
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