Noah’s didn’t get off to the best of starts with us. As we entered for lunch, a member of staff walked towards us, holding a couple of menus and made eye contact. “Table for two, please”, I said. “I’m not working”, she replied. And walked off again. We continued to be ignored so just sat ourselves down at an empty table. At which point, menus were proffered by another staff member and, from then, service was fine.
It’s a short menu and a bit of an odd one at that. The sort where there isn’t really a house cuisine and you might think the chef has come up with a disparate range of dishes, working on the assumption that everyone will find something they want to eat. However usually, as in this case, it means that while you can, indeed, find something to eat, you don’t find yourself with much choice of things you fancy.
We just had a main course. My partner took the “quiche of the day” – bacon and cheddar – good crisp pastry with a lovely light filling; the cheese nice and tangy. My own plate was a disappointment. Mexican spiced salmon was overcooked and, whilst it had clearly been given a rub of something, this had added no detectable flavour. Rice, black beans and an avocado/tomato salsa were very bland accompaniments.