Honey (unfortunately)

Wednesday 17 April

Kathryn kindly took us out for dinner with Judy Hallett, who was here to give the annual undergraduate invited lecture.  We went to Honey, where we hadn't been for a while.  And after this, we won't be back. 

This restaurant has been noisy ever since it started out as Boca, over a decade ago; it's difficult to hear the people at your table, but you can hear those across the room just fine. 

Though the room was empty when we came in, the single server was taken up with orders at the bar, so we waited a half an hour before we could even order drinks (Le Rive Gavi di Gavi, incidentally), much less appetizers. 

Barbara craved greens, so we got the special starter, a chewy, bland kale Caesar salad topped with a slice of toast and one mingy anchovy fillet.  Holt's bucket of Honey fries (Yukon, Idaho, and sweet potato, with chile lime honey) was better, but they wilted quickly. 

Our mains were beef shortribs with cherry braising jus and wilted spinach; its "roasted" root vegetables were hard and raw.  Even worse was the special "heritage" pork chop: thin and overcooked to the consistency of leather, though the swiss cheese bread pudding, coffee jus, and green beans were just passable.

Next time we're asked about this place, we'll say "Honey?  Don't!"