Sunday 27 April
Today Diane and Dag swept us off
to Winchester. After morning services in
the Cathedral and a stroll about the scenic parts of town, we got hungry and
googled Winchester restaurants. We
agreed on having our midday dinner at a well-reviewed place in the oldest
building in town, the Chesil Rectory.
The floors were wavy, the
furnishings quaint, the doorways low, and the waitstaff polite (especially
considering how often they must have bumped their heads while working
there). We started by splitting a plate
of smoked salmon with prawn mayonnaise and "Secrett's" garden center leaves,
and another of guinea fowl rillettes with golden raisins, pickled radish, and
toasts.
The Rectory boasts of its
traditional Sunday Roasts, so one of us went for roast spring lamb and the
other for roast sirloin of beef, each with "all the trimmings" of the
sacred Roast: Yorkshire pudding, potatoes, and roast vegetables. All were quite good, though they couldn't
bring us what we wanted, a medium rare slice.
All were pretty medium, and sliced rather thin.
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