Each time we’ve been to Nutter’s, we’ve had issues. Not big serious issues. But the sort of issues that make you question why you’ve schlepped right round the M60 to get there. Tonight was no exception.
You’re invited to sit in the bar and have a drink while you check out the menu. It reads well, particularly when supplemented with several specials for the day. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to eat as well as it read.
There was an asparagus soufflé – bang on for seasonality. It was light, delicate and well made. It was advertised as coming with celeriac remoulade, so I played hunt the celeriac for a while. I discovered it underneath a small pile of soggy rocket. It won’t have started off soggy but being stuck between the remoulade and the sauce vierge had done for it. The other starter was a Picardy tart – Maroilles cheese and wilted leeks with more leeks decorating the plate, as did a little grated beetroot and horseradish. I suppose Picardy only because of the Maroilles but not bad at all.
For mains, there was lamb loin, perfectly pink. And what was described as a red onion pithivier – but wasn’t. It was actually lamb in the little pie. And then there was a mini shepherds pie. A small smear of potato puree and a little of the beetroot were more decoration than dinner. It felt an unbalanced plate of food. Limousin beef fillet came more rare than the requested medium - edible and not worth sending back for more cooking . The mini beef pudding was better. A dessert spoonful of squash puree was not much of a contribution to the five a day.
We’d waited quite a while for courses to arrive and didn’t fancy another wait, so passed on dessert. Coffee was hot and strong.
So, apart from the food not hitting the mark and food delivery being slow, were there other issues? Well, yes, there were. So, there you are, sitting in the bar. You’ve got menus but no wine list. Bloke takes the food order. You assume the sommelier will shortly arrive but doesn’t. You’re then shown to your table . And you think, the sommelier will arrive now. Well, no s/he doesn’t. They just don’t proffer a wine list. It seems be expected that you will ask for it if you want it. Then there’s only the problem of getting someone to take the order and hope it comes before the food. Well, there’s no worries on that score. I have a reasonable expectation that, when I’m shown to my table, something will happen soon in respect of me being fed. It doesn’t. Must have been 20 minutes passing. We’ve scoffed the bread, twiddled our thumbs, watched other diners twiddling their thumbs, etc.
So, there it is. Just about OK. But we really can’t be arsed doing the drive again.