Sunday 9 March
It was a big birthday (involving a
zero) for our friend Priscilla. So we
took her, John, and Daisy out to Brown's restaurant in St. Giles for a festive
Sunday lunch.
Our two starters were a cold crab
and avocado stack with a fluff of rocket on top, and a "king" prawn
cocktail with Mary Rose sauce (ketchup mayonnaise, to you).
One main was sliced breast of duck
with a bacon-wrapped sausage ("chipolatas"), roast potatoes, and a
Yorkshire pudding topped with peas, green beans, and carrots. Pretty good, though Brasserie Blanc beats it hollow.
But the other, a "28-day-aged
West Country rib steak," though it looked okay, turned out to be thin,
overcooked and thus leathery, with bearnaise sauce (costs extra),
plus chips.
We won't make the mistake of ordering steak here again.
Of course, a birthday calls for
desserts, so we split three little cups of crème
brûlée: the vanilla was not very distinct from the caramel, but the
cherry/peach stood out.
Brown's was only just passable, but the company was excellent. Many happy returns, Priscilla!
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