Back in October, the budget finally felt flexible enough to stretch to a random Sunday lunch out, and some research into possibilities led me to Wheeler’s of St James’s at the Casa Hotel in Yateley.
A quick glance at the site will show you it is part of the Marco Pierre White empire, but on that subject I am going to remain stoically silent.
I’d like to pretend someone will remember my post of almost two years ago about fern tarts, but I’m not holding my breath.
Back then I had my first encounter with a fern tart, and as it was a rather unglamourous supermarket version I was hoping to find one in a bakery some time.
Fast-forward to my Maybole sweet treat hunt, and on scanning the shelves in Bakery Bites (11 – 13 High Street, Maybole), I spied an old chum.
One afternoon in Maybole I felt in need of a sweet treat.
My first port of call was a teeny bakery Delicious Delights (33 High Street). They used to be a wholly different tiny bakery, but at some point since I was last in Scotland they had changed hands.
I find it strange that Vietnamese food is not more prevalent in the UK. I suppose it isn’t strange, as it doesn’t have the same history with the UK as some cuisines do, or isn’t as visited a destination, but the food itself has the right combination of freshness, sparkling flavours and exotic appeal to prove popular with this country’s jaded palettes.
I am assuming our palettes are jaded because in the average supermarket one can find 6 different flavours of hummus.
Anyway, The Hanoi Bike Shop recently popped up in Ruthven Lane in the West End of Glasgow. The family members we were visiting were all in favour of going, so we popped in for lunch one day.
I wonder if floral food could be the next big thing one day?
A little while ago I bought some edible flowers from Waitrose (reduced to 10p) but while they were pretty, I wasn’t really feeling it. Even for 10p.
No I’m thinking rose and violet – those two stalwart fondant chocolate flavours. And we mustn’t forget Turkish delight and Parma Violets.
A lot of people I know express revulsion when eating these, often saying “it tastes like perfume”. But is that such a bad thing?
