Showing posts with label Perranuthnoe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Perranuthnoe. Show all posts

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

Fine dining in Cornwall: The Victoria Inn, Perranuthnoe

We've been going to Perranuthnoe in Cornwall for the last four years, and before then we stayed in a different Cornish village nearby. We love that part of the world with its seemingly slow pace of life. The village itself is pretty small, and there is not much to do apart from spending all the time on the beach, but we enjoy the peace and quiet of this coastal village and the lack of tourists. The cottage where we usually stay is just a couple of minutes away from the award-winning pub, The Victoria Inn. They claim to be one of the oldest inns in Cornwall. Despite staying in the village several times, we haven't visited the pub for meals before, though my husband had drinks there a couple of times.

TheVictoria Inn, Perranuthnoe


As a foodie, I was very curious about meals there, especially that I heard of this pub's reputation as one of the finest eateries in the area.
This year, my Mum, who accompanied us on a trip, insisted that we should go out, while she would look after our kids. We booked the table a day before, and the choice was either having dinner at 6.16pm or after 9pm. I didn't want to eat that late, so we opted for an early meal.
Though we were told all the tables were booked, when we arrived after 6pm, most of the tables were empty, the table next to us remained empty all the time we were there, and there were a lot of unused tables in the room next door, as you can see from my photos. Maybe some people didn't turn up, but I doubt all of these tables were booked. I had a feeling they exaggerated their importance and availability when we were booking the table.



First impressions?
I was a tad disappointed with the interior, as it looks like any other pub, a mix of the Victorian and modern styles. For being one of the oldest inns, it doesn't have much of the vintage feel, like big heavy old beams or a fascinating fireplace (just comparing with some truly old pubs I visited in the past). It was as if the interior designer or the pub owner didn't know whether to go for the "old Cornish" kitsch look or modern art style with pictures of over-sized mushrooms and indifferent still life paintings.



We were seated in the bar room, not far from the entrance, and I wasn't all that happy with the locals coming in with very smelly dogs. I presume they just came in after a walk on the beach. They did eventually move to the courtyard, but the smell still lingered.
The table was pretty small, and crammed, and the soft bench I was sitting on was rather low, smelly and not very comfortable.
So, what about the food? Was it of an award-winning standard?

I loved the sound of Fried Newlyn butterfly sardines with spicy vegetable salsa and chilli, lime and coriander dressing. It was excellent. The dressing was zingy and had a good amount of heat. The sardines were fresh, flavourful, and all the elements of the starter worked beautifully together. Top marks for my starter.


My husband opted for Crispy basil and Old Winchester cheese arancini, roasted tomatoes, Trevelyan farm leaves and herb oil dressing. They looked pretty with big pieces of shaved parmesan, and though for me arancini are associated with Sicily, not Cornwall, my darling husband enjoyed them.


Roasted Cornish lemon sole with anchovies, cherry tomatoes, courgettes, potatoes and pesto sauce caught my eye on the menu, but my husband decided to order the same, so I have picked another dish. When our main courses arrived, he looked at my plate, then at his own, and sheepishly said that he would rather have the hake which I ordered. I was happy to swap.
The sole dish was assembled quite artfully. The fish itself was very tasty, but it was a very big portion. I would have been much happier with just one fillet, not the whole fish.
Now anchovies, love them or hate them. I do love anchovies, but if I were the chef, I would use the salted anchovies, and not the marinated variety. There were also too many of them. Just a few salted anchovies would have been perfect. As it is, I would grade it as 4- out of 5.


Roasted Newlyn hake, Primrose herd chorizo and chickpea stew with champ potato looked less pretty, but was delicious, according to my dear husband. I couldn't resist tasting the mashed potatoes and a tiny bit of hake, and it was very good. Nice flavours through and through.


Lemon pannacotta with summer berries, meringue, elderflower ice cream and shortbread biscuit arrived on a small ceramic tray. It was a creative combination of textures. Having sampled the ice cream, my husband said it was interesting which is his euphemism for "I don't like it". The pannacotta got more praise from him.


Vanilla creme brulee with Cornish strawberries, basil syrup, lemon ice cream and shortbread biscuit can be commended for the inventiveness and originality. I would still work on it though, there is something about it that doesn't quite perform as a whole. In separate bites, the flavours are good, but it was like eating two totally separate desserts, the same could be said about the pannacotta. I don't think a good pannacotta needs an ice cream or crushed meringues. Strawberries are lovely with ice cream, but then the creme brulee is redundant.
It was a bit like "Let's do it Masterchefy, and add as many different ingredients as possible", which sometimes works, sometimes doesn't quite work.


All in all, the pub menu is pretty impressive, if you are not a vegetarian. For vegetarians, I counted only one starter (and even that came with what looked like a shaved parmesan cheese) and one main course. They do say on the menu "If you're a vegetarian, ask for some alternative choices", but it would be nice to have a bigger choice on the menu without asking.




The staff were friendly and smiley, but not overly speedy. Though we had our starters and main course ready pretty soon, I think it was due to the fact that we were almost the first ones to dine there. With the dessert we had to wait quite a while, and I wished we didn't order any, as I was getting quite anxious, worrying how my Mum was coping with the kids.

I would be curious to try more dishes on the menu, we might even go again the next year, if my Mum comes with us to help looking after our sons for an evening.

My scores are:
Meals: a good 4
Ambiance: 3 (sorry)
Prices: we paid over £74 for the above with one glass of rose, a glass of Prosecco and a little tumbler of Sauternes. With the tip, it went way above £80.

Sunday, 11 August 2013

Classic fun: towers of pebbles

I could never lie still on the beach, getting slowly roasted and tanned, that's not my idea of fun. My guys are an active lot, and enjoy doing things, be it playing football, running, splashing in the sea, exploring the rock pools, building sandcastles or doodling on the sand.
You don't need many toys on the beach: a simple bucket and spade are useful for digging and building.



You see some families building the elaborate fancy sandcastles with lots of turrets, digging the long channels going down to the sea, or burying each other under the sand.
We are lucky that the beach in Perranuthnoe we love so much is a combination of the sand, pebbles and rocks. Tired of digging? Swap for another building activity and build a tower from the pebbles.




Make a simple turret by putting the flat pebbles on top of each other, or do a moat, or a mini-Stonehenge with the bigger pebbles.




We also picked a lot of smooth, wave-caressed pebbles to take as souvenirs with us home. Maybe one day I'll have enough of them to do a proper rockery in the garden as the homage to our holidays in Cornwall.







After all the digging and castle-building, you have to have a treat. And what could be more perfect than an ice cream cone. The Cornish ice cream is a national treasure. You can buy the tubs of the Cornish ice cream and recreate the experience at home, but it is never the same as when you have it by the sea, with the marvellous views in front of you, the curious seagulls watching you and the eternal music of the waves rolling on the beach.





Country Kids from Coombe Mill Family Farm Holidays Cornwall

Friday, 9 August 2013

Doodles on the sand

Mum has started her epic journey back to Russia: at 2pm she is leaving London by coach. Tomorrow she should be in Berlin, from there on by coach to Moscow (a couple of days) and then the last leg of the trip is 22-hours-long train journey back home. I always worry about her, and as she is not getting younger, I couldn't but ask myself if we are ever going to see each other again.
To stop myself from crying, I turn to my blog and the numerous photos I took in Cornwall. This was the 3rd time we took my Mum with us to Cornwall, and she loved it as much as we did.
One of the things that we do every year on the beach is having a daily doodling session.




Mum is hard to beat, as she is a true artist, and is very imaginative. Eddie enjoys watching us and then stamping on our doodles with glee.

Horses

She doesn't mind when people stop and watch her, ask questions, comment and even applaud (which I find a bit odd).


My boys


For the time being Eddie is more of a Terminator, he runs over the doodles and giggles when I scold him. And when we come the next day, the high tide leaves the beach in its pristine condition yet again, a new canvas for our doodles.

A boy on a dolphin




Mermaids





More mermaids



Eddie asked me to draw Peppa Pig and George, and I obliged. Of course, my simplistic drawing cannot compete with my Mum's, but you know what, Eddie appreciated it more.

Peppa Pig and George


We love Cornwall, and hope to come back again next year.

In the meantime, why don't you try to win a lovely prize from Red Spotted Hanky. They host a giveaway for a family weekend adventure in Cornwall! To enter all you have to do is visit the Red Spotted Hanky Facebook page and choose from three family activities: surf lessons in Newquay, biking along the Camel Estuary with Bike Smart or a trip to the Eden Project. Travel & accommodation is also included and Red Spotted Hanky will even try and send the sun haha.

P.S. I am not paid to mention this giveaway (in money or in kind), but because it sounds like a lovely family prize, and I wish you good luck!







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Thursday, 23 August 2012

A palette of memories (Capture the Colour competition)

When it comes to photography, I am very much in the ranks of the amateurs. I take zillions of photos, as if trying to say "Stop, moment! You're so beautiful". I don't have a sophisticated camera, so don't expect any professional results.
Travel Supermarket.com is running a photo competition, asking you to submit 5 photos that in your opinion represent the colours White, Blue, Red, Green and Yellow. You can find all about it here.

All the images I have chosen are about our trips to Cornwall, my favourite destination, and about my family, my Universe.


White
This photo was taken last July. I saw this fleck of white on the vast blue, and it reminded me of the famous poem by the Russian poet Mikhail Lermontov.




A sail gleams in foggy morning
A lonely stranger in the sea
What does it seek in country foreign,
What kind of trouble does it flee?




The waves are swelling, wind is whistling
The mast is bending with a creak
It isn't happiness it's seeking
And not the happiness it flees

The stream beneath as bright as azure
Above the Sun sends golden rays...
Rebellious it's seeking tempest
As if the storm will bring it rest.


(translation from Russian by M.Mostov)




Blue

These gorgeous blue hydrangeas caught my eye in one of the private gardens in Cornwall. There are so many hues and tints of blue, very Impressionist in spirit.





Yellow

This is my son Sasha, admiring a statue in the same garden, where I took the photo of the hydrangeas. Sasha has autism, and is in the world of his own most of the time. The sun was so bright on that day that the lawn looked yellow. I call this image "Art appreciation", and it makes me smile every time I look at it.


Green

This is Eddie in green, looking very determined, set on finding the new adventures on the beach in Perranuthnoe. Drops of sea water on his face from splashing. That's my boy.



Red

This is one of my favourite photos of 2011, when Eddie was 1 year old. My Mum and Eddie are very much alike, they have the same personality and share the same stubborness. The red colour of Eddie's jumper is a bright spot among the calmer hues of green and blue.



I have seen some spectacular entries to the competition, and I do realise that indeed my photos are not in the same league, but they are meaningful to me, I cherish them as memories of the times we enjoyed together and for me they truly say "Stop, moment! You're so beautiful".


I would like to invite my blogging friends to take part in the competition.

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