The only restaurant in Chichester, if not the south of England, that offers bread and butter pudding on their menu.
I have also been assured that it is there to stay. Sweet, creamy and complemented perfectly by the sharp taste of the buttermilk sorbet. A fitting end to a meal that should be revisited……often.
Bread was served with beef dripping which was nice idea. Fluffy and light. But not much in the way of taste. I would have preferred some solid salty farm butter.
However the scallop starter was very different.
It was described as being baked with black pudding, cauliflower and seaweed butter. I am not sure what happened to the black pudding and cauliflower. But the scallop was lurking beneath a dressing of what I assume was foamy seaweed butter. It was also fluffy and light with crunchy bits which might well have been crispy cauliflower. Whatever it all was, it was most enjoyable.
My main course was ale glazed beef short rib which literally fell apart at touch. The meat served in the restaurant is sourced from the Home Farm and Dairy.
Farmer, Butcher, Chef is an exciting restaurant, the final stage of a unique process dedicated to showcasing the farms produce. One of the only self-sustaining organic farms in Europe.
The present Duchess of Richmond was one of the Soil Association’s earliest members. Her belief in organic food and for proper animal welfare were instrumental in the farm becoming the first 100% organically fed dairy in the country.
Not dressed for what became a bitterly cold day. But that made an early breakfast at the Swan Inn in Midhurst all the more welcoming.
I understand that in this country breakfast is taken very seriously and I was fortunate to bump into the perfect breakfast sausage, quite by accident. Arriving in Midhurst a bit before time, I stopped outside the Swan Inn. It didn’t take long to decide to take them up on their offer of a full English breakfast and a bottomless pot of tea.
I didn’t have that many options. It was my only option.
The perfect sausage, the perfect breakfast in an English country hotel in the South Downs.
When the Rolls Royce factory at Goodwood first opened, it was building one car a day and employed a staff complement of 300.
Today there are more than 1800 designers, engineers and skilled craftspeople employed at the plant, working to produce five different models. They are one of the largest employers in the area, making a significant contribution to the welfare of the local community.
This is what took me back to Winchester over the weekend.
Only to discover that it is no longer on the menu. After a three hour bus ride, it was a bit of a disappointment. Despite which the Black Boy pub is still worth a visit.
Although I doubt it will involve a special outing by bus next time.
Old wooden tables and a quirky collection of the oddest artefacts and bric-a-brac. Four squirrels playing pool in a glass case, a couple of squash rackets mounted on the wall and shelves of books. Not quite a library, nor a museum but definitely a pub worth exploring.
If you are looking for a newsagent in Chichester, they are around the corner, down a small lane and they open promptly at five in the morning.
Breakfast on a Saturday morning is incomplete without an early morning paper. Although I am not saying that eight o’clock counts as an early breakfast. It’s the earliest I can find. But I was stuck without a newspaper. That was until I found one in St Martins Street. Its a lane that runs off East Road next to M&S past the Hole in the Wall and St Martins Coffee Shop.
The newsagents are on the next corner on the left.
Good News are also billed as Confectioners but I don’t think I saw any evidence of confectionery in the shop besides ice creams. If I did I would buy purely on principle.
I watched the Brazil vs Belgium game at the house of a friend. But it wasn’t just the football that made it a memorable evening.
It was Gabriel’s piri-piri sauce that brought back memories of days in Beira and the Hut in Long St.
We started the game with crispy onion rings liberally drizzled with the piri-piri sauce. Then onto carne assada (roast beef) and crispy belly of pork accompanied by a fresh salad and once again lashings of peri-peri sauce.
An evening which took me off to both Portsmouth and Brighton in a search for the Brazilian restaurant which will serve as a fitting substitute for that authentic Thai meal, I well know, I will never find.
Google maps is very useful for getting around in Chichester. But it is not infallible.
I use the 55 bus route to Tangmere and Google is fine for the outward journey. But for some reason Maps records the last stop on the return journey at a arbitrary stop halfway along the route.
This means I don’t get given the option of this route from where I am staying, if I want to get to the bus station. For the outward trip, it also directs me to a pick up point that is a bit longer, than if I cut across the park to a local community centre. So if you are using the app on a regular basis, it is a good idea to double check the info you think is right.
Stagecoach also run a Coastliner service between Brighton and Portsmouth which I am not given as an option when searching for services between Chichester and the stops along the coast. It rather defaults to the train schedules. Possibly because they are quicker. But then again if I paid a bit more attention to Options I suspect I could fix that one.