My just deserts. This is apparently where foreign correspondents like to eat with their colleagues. You can well imagine it when you try their lovely food. Good old-fashioned food excellently prepared with modern twist or without. We both had fried fish. Not battered, on the bone, just fried. Not messed around with and exactly done. Not a second too long or too short. Lumpfree, creamy-creamy mash without the slightest hint of glueyness. Also, not messed around with. No cheese in it or olive oil or sun dried this or that. Vegetables perfectly steamed.
Basically, this is food as you'd w i s h your mother cooked it. But that is only the main course...
Really, we are not desert eaters. Ususally, if I feel like more than one course, it is an entree, and not a desert I go for. However, goodness knows I'm pleased we both had deserts this time. We had the best-ever (really) Eton mess. Just raspberries, merengue rubble and perfectly whipped cream. The whole has consistency and variety of flavour. The crunchy merengue, the juicy give of the fruit between your teeth, and the pillowy cloud of the cream. It isn't prettied up or forced in a cylinder or anything like that either, but even if that is what you like, here it doesn't matter; it is so good you have your eyes closed in delight anyway.
Best of it all though, was the chocolate and salt caramel tart. Really, you won't believe your tongue. Words fail to describe its perfection, so I won't go there. Just visit Frontline and try it for yourself.
Very good food, wonderful atmosphere. You are breathing history here.
Best pork chop I've ever tasted, but terrible service, left unattended then waiter tries to remove half empty wine bottle.
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