This weekend I trotted past the ranks of pub nobility - The Prince of Wales and The Earl of Essex, The baron of somewhere else - before arriving for dinner at Britain's first and only fully accredited organic gastropub The Duke of Cambridge. I really liked The Duke as a boozer and everything about me wanted to like it as a restaurant as well. Outwardly it hits all the marks for this kind of place; it's local, it's seasonal and being able to get themselves a Soil Association badge highlights the care the team here takes with sourcing. And a fully organic gastropub is a great concept in a time when people are thankfully becoming more aware of the shocking treatment meted out to the majority of animals that end up on our plates. So given I want to like it and approve so thoroughly of the thinking behind it why didn't I enjoy myself? Easy answer; a restaurant's main function is to produce great food and if you can't do that consistently the goodwill you win elsewhere goes out the window.
The Duke of Cambridge a nice looking place of the kind we're now used to after a decade of pub gentrification, but its sufficiently tweaked to feel individual. It's a fairly large pub, with solid, high quality wooden furniture and plain wood floor boards. It also has my favourite lamps of 2011- big metal, green faintly army-surplusy jobbies - fantastic. You can eat in the bar, but you can't book, so we ended up in the restaurant at the back with a seven o clock booking. This has similar furniture, red painted walls and some bare brick wall and a conservatory, but lacks a bit of the buzz you get in the bar.
The menu is on a big black board on the back wall and we looked over it as we ate good bread and a fairly decent olive oil, nicely served in an old St. Peter's organic ale bottle (incidentally one of my favourite beers). We settled on a pig's head terrine to share and both decided on lamb for our mains. The very phrase 'pig-head terrine' screams big meaty flavours and I was looking forward to something really gutsy. Sadly what we got was something with a nice, soft fatty texture, but that was under-seasoned and failed quite spectacularly to taste much of pig. Any subtlety was completely overwhelmed by a spiced chutney. The lamb main was much better. In fact the lamb was fantastic. The meat had a really deep flavour and had been slow cooked to bring that out, with just a little bit of resistance left to add a good strong texture. That coupled with the thin, crisp layer of rich fat on the outside left us with a pretty fantastic centrepiece . Kale gave a good irony counterpoint to an excellent intense and just-sweet enough gravy. On top of all this was a sultana and walnut paste - described as a pesto, but God knows why. This complemented the lamb brilliantly, add in other superlatives if you want, the bigger the better frankly because this addition turned the dish into a real show-stopper. Why of why then would you ruin such a great dish with a large wedge of soggy, overcooked potatoes cooked in average stock and full of dried rosemary. A mouthful of this managed to obliterate all other flavors by leeching water and dried herbs. Not very pleasant at all and I left most of it. I still enjoyed the dish, but nowhere near as much as I would have if they'd stuck a good dauphinoise on the side or some roast/fried potatoes to add a bit of crispness. In the end this had to go down in good but flawed, instead of sublime where it could have been. Continuing a theme dessert was good, but not great (it was at least better than the starter). A good but not quite deep enough chocolate torte with hazelnuts that should have been toasted before going in.
So three-quarters of a really wonderful dish next to some also-rans and the worst potatoes I hope to eat all year. Not really enough given with a glass of wine each this comes to £75 for two. I'll stick to the pub I think and a nice pint of St Peters before heading down the road to the Charles Lamb.
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
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