Monday
SCHNITZEL DAY
The drive to Rotterdam is 470 Kilometers...and I decided to force myself to take a break. Crossing over the border into Holland...I stopped at a motorway restaurant to have some food. I hardly thought about it...Schnitzel and Pommes Frites is always a good bet...so I ordered and waited. Only when I saw the lady coming from the kitchen did I realise the size of Schnitzels at some establishments. The break I was going to take would be necessary to finish the food. I managed half...and that took half an hour!!! I reached the port of Rotterdam at about 4pm...boarding on the 'Pride of Rotterdam' was at 5pm. After last year I was not sure what to do for dinner. There is a 'Carvery'...which I tried once...and never again. If you left your table to get a glass of water...your plate was removed! Last year I ate in Langan's Brasserie but the wine had been poor..a 'Rioja'. I was hungry though and after a b
Tuesday
THAI & A HOT FINGER BOWL
Three hours after docking at Hull I was at my mum's home. The reason for this trip was to help her...my brother had passed away before Xmas...and due to my business and terrible weather I had not been able to get over.
New Zealand
Smooth and slightly creamy but with a delightful reserved gooseberry...the elegant version...I don't like cats peeeing in my glass!. Slightly tarty which combatted the food nicely.
Points 16.5
Had to laugh...after eating the small spring rolls with our fingers...the waitress brought us a LARGE finger bowl with water and a slice of lemon...clean your fingers etc. You must be joking...the water was not warm...it was boiling hot! So funny...you could have made a cup of tea with it.
Wednesday
BRUSCHETTA DAY
Some restaurants close during January...and a couple of choices were not answering the phone. Someone had mentioned Pucinellas so we drove by and saw an attractive front with the interior quite modern. Risk it...so I called early evening and after a repeat call...was told I could bring my own bottle so I took along a bottle of Duijn's 2006 one of a few bottles I had taken with me to Engl
There is a bar area where you can sit and choose the food.
The owner appeared and I asked if it was a genuine Italian Restaurant...i.e. a born Italian in the kitchen. After the afirmative...I suggested he recommended something typical Italian...and was told the grilled steak!. I decided I'd choose myself and opted for some Chicken Liver with my mum choosing some spring rolls (very Italian). Mind you...there were courses like Cottage Pie...mixed in with the usual Pizza, Pasta etc. As a main course I decided on Gnocchis with Tomato, Basil and Mozzarella. My wife does Gnocchis brilliantly and I was looking forward to them. The Bruschettas that appeared were delicious...and all boded well. We had hardly finished when the first courses were at the table. The lighting over our table was not that bright and, seeing this bowl half filled with something...I almost returned it. Only when he repeated Liver did I realise I was to be the beneficiary of the insides of about 4 chickens! As a main course I would have stalled...and liver I love...but delicate...and not this amount. The old saying...'Less Is More' came to mind.
Needless to say...I only managed about half and was feeling fuller than a pregnant cow.
Still...the Bruschettas were good
and...a light fluffy portion of Gnocchis to follow.
The main course arrives...and...oh dear...or words to that effect...did not look could. Gnocchis visible...but the tomato sauce seems to be clinging to the...ah...that's the mozzarella. Still not everything that looks bad tastes bad! Any of you readers saying the same here...in the hope of a good outcome? Thank you...but your words and thoughts would be of no help. The Gnocchis had been 'home' made...but not this restaurant home...some large factory home. The tomato sauce had also seen the inside of a glass...and the mozzarella had congregated in the middle of the mass...clinging on for dear life!
All this...after the liver...
But...the Bruschettas were good.
The 'background' music was not background music...but a mixture of just about everything and a few decibells too loud.
Ah...but the Bruschettas had been good.
The wine had slightly improved...with some fruit appearing to combat the negatives.
I didn't want to spend an hour there telling him what I thought.
If he had inquired I could have said...The Bruschettas were good...and left it as that.
Thursday
ASHES TO THE SEA
When I said I was coming over...and as I had not been at the service...it was decided we would spread the ashes into a river that flows into the sea. My brother had often gone to a pub nearby and it seemed appropriate. We set off at 1.30....arriving to see that the tide was out. No way to do anything from the bank without rubber boots. We drove along the river route...and checked out the tide times...either early morning or early evening....over the next few day. Also...it would be dark...so we decided it was back to the bridge which crosses the River Wyre. The four of us reached the middle...where below there was water flowing....and I said a few words...the traffic whizzing by...and at one point...after a large bus passed...we were given a large gust of wind to deal with. We all laughed...and I continued my little speech. Then I opened the urn and let the ashes fall below into the river....the wind swirling and giving a surreal feel to it...like a sandstorm in a dessert. We went for coffee at the pub and all of us reminisced. When someone decides he wants no help and just drinks his life away...there is little you can do. But...as I said to his wife and daughter...life goes on...and they have to start a new chapter now.
Friday
A COUNTRY HOUSE PEE
The evening meal was not yet planned as I was waiting for a restaurant to re-open after the winter break. At 6pm a lady finally answered to phone and said they were open again.
All the food was delicious...as was the wine.
On opening I was thinking again that the wine was not up to standard. The journey over from Germany was days ago...maybe the northern English climate!?...but all it needed was some breathing space...and almonds and a touch of marzipan zipped from the glass...raspberry acidity...and a medium weighted partner to go with all courses.
Points 17
Saturday
ANOTHER DOSE OF ABSINTHE
My mum's brother, his wife and son(my cousin) spent the day with us. As I rarely get over and they live an hour away...we only see each other every few years. They left at 5pm.
We had decided on Friday evening that for our meal with my brother's wife & daughter ( my niece & god child) we would visit Absinthe again.
The three ladies all chose the Deep Fried Tiger Prawns as mum had complimented them on the previous evening. I went for Gerry's (the cook) Special Chicken stuffed with Haggis and served with smoked whisky cream sauce.
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Sunday
TWELVE PART ONE
After a lunch with one of mum's friends...who had helped her over the last few months...it was back home to watch some football on TV....my team Manchester City playing at Notts County in the FA Cup...a draw 1-1 with a replay needed. No doubt we will win that! I needed a walk by the sea...so we packed ourselves in double pullovers and drove the short distance to the coast. My mum is OK walking...just the steps that cause her problems. On returning I walked across the courtyard to the Restaurant 'Twelve' and booked a table. It is built in a modern style...
Spätburgunder GG 2007 Ahr, Germany
This was the best of the wine's so far...and surprisingly rounded and drinkable.
Points 17.25
Monday PUB FOOD
Today was still dry... I had been lucky since arriving with some cold but sunny days.
We set off in the car to visit houses and places where we had lived from many, many years ago. I had hoped that a school friend ( we had found each other on Friends Reunited a few years ago) would be home...and he was. He remembered my mum well...as over 50 years ago she had driven him home after we had been practising (we had a group) in the cellar of our house in Broadbottom.
It is still standing....
It had been a long day in the car...with the memories bringing a tear to the eye of my mum.
A pub with good food! It is possible and I invited the 'ladies'...plus my niece's boyfriend to the Cartford Arms in Little Eccleston. It took a while to get there...not because of the distance...but because of a diversion caused by roadworks. The food was tasty and served hot...the wine list could have been tasty...with a list that
Tuesday
TWELVE PART TWO
The North-West of England is not known for it's Gastronomy...and buying 'Fine Wine' gives you very little choice...only the Supermarkets generally. However...in Preston there are two 'wine' outlets. Oddbins and Majestic..both with a wide range. That is where we landed on Tuesday morning with a selection of bottles purchased to take back home to Germany. As I had enjoyed the visit to 'Twelve' we returned there for the evening meal. I took along one one of my 'buys' from Oddbins.
Marlborough, New Zealand
Dark berry fruit...grainy...quite smooth texture with a slight bite...sweet plummy fruit.
Points 17
Wednesday
SLUMMING IT AT HOME
The last full day was spent lazing about and also putting dots on i's and crosses on t's regarding my mum's documents. She is wonderful for her age but figures and banks etc. tend to make her uncertain. She is not alone. Finally...last evening she was allowed to cook an evening meal. We have been out almost every night and she says a few clothes are beginning to feel tight...at 86 she has to look slim! A bottle of Chablis was purchased at Tesco(Supermarket Chain)...which sounds like a recipe for failure.
Chateau de Ligny Chablis 2009
Burgundy, France
The 2008 earned an International Trophy prize in Decanter. The price is usually around 9 Pounds but was on 'Special Offer' at 5 Pounds! Apple fruit and aromatics...restrained fruit...a punch of young acidity. No oak used here...
Points 14
My niece was round again to say goodbye...and says I should stay longer as my advice has helped her get over the loss of her dad. That's what a Godfather is for....
Thursday
SANDWICHES ON A BOAT
Mount Difficulty Roaring Meg
Pinot Noir 2009
Central Otago, New Zealand
This is named after a local stream (and not a loud-mouthed woman). Matured for 9 months in French oak. Fine berry fruit and dry herbs...and with a fresh appeal.
An early night as I had a 5 hour drive from Rotterdam to my home in Germany. On arriving back in my cabin the Captain informed us that there were rough seas ahead. I had a sleepless night....BUT...not because of the weather. Young Brits at times just have no style. Chasing up and down the corridors...and finally at 3 am I opened my cabin door and caught them. Two girls and two (pot-bellied) guys in bathing costumes (DON'T ASK!). A stern look at them with orders that the night would be over if they did not resist behaving like wild animals... and I finally got two hours sleep before the tannoy informed everyone that breakfast was being served. The ship finally released the passengers at 9.30 am...and at 2pm I was home. A trip that was necessary for all parties...with some sadness...but a lot of humour. That's what life is all about...that is my motto.
6 comments:
Barry,
Welcome back. As the world changes, it is always wonderful being able to find things from childhood, still there.
Hi Barry,
Very much enjoyed this post. Like you say, sadness is also part of life at times, but humour should always be somewhere around the corner.
I come from St Annes myself, although the last time I was up around Fleetwood and the River Wyre was when I was "knee-high to a grasshopper" and playing junior football - my dad used to chauffeur me to various fixtures around Blackpool and the Fylde.
Btw, I'm slightly envious that you ate that lovely platter of local Lancashire cheeses - can't beat 'em.
Regards,
Simon
Really enjoyed reading that. I live in Lytham, and don't get to Fleeetwood very often. Maybe next time you visit your mother you should eat in Lytham. The place is awash with restaurants of all kinds, and some are very good too!
By the way, Simon is my nephew !
Lyn.
Hi Lynn...
yes...I knew of some restaurants in Lytham.....but drinking meant I could not drive back...and the taxi would have made any meal too expensive.
Simon...I'll check my pockets for some crumbs of cheese....
Ed...the fast changing world is sometimes taught a lesson by memories from childhood.
Thanks Aunty Lyn!
Some great stories there. Lots of fun reading it all.
Bob.Alberta
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