Kenilworth: Dining at The Cross and Gawping at the Castle

A Castle and a Restaurant Review

Kenilworth: The Where and The What

Warwickshire

Warwick District

Kenilworth (pop:22,000) is a market town in the Warwick district of Warwickshire. It is a pleasant, compact place surrounded by lush green countryside, or so it feels. But just beyond the fields to the north is the Metropolitan Borough of Coventry, and to the south are Leamington and Warwick, separate municipalities divided only by the width of the river Avon. Kenilworth is no isolated country town.

Warwickshire

Kenilworth: The Why

To the northwest, though the map does not show it, is a rural portion of the Metropolitan Borough of Solihull, the least urban, some might say the most pleasant, of the West Midlands' seven metropolitan boroughs. Lynne and I were married in Solihull’s Parish Church of St Alphege on the 26th of July 1975. So today is our 49th wedding anniversary.

Our habit of many years is to visit somewhere pleasant with a renowned restaurant and enjoy what we hope will be an outstanding dinner. This year’s chosen venue was the Michelin starred The Cross in Kenilworth. But Kenilworth is also home to a large and in some ways unusual castle, so it would be odd not to visit while it was nearby.

Kenilworth Castle

Such elegant ruins

Kenilworth Castle is a unique collection of structures, built in the local red sandstone over a period of 500 years. Here is a breathlessly brief history of its construction

In 1120 Roger de Clinton, Henry I’s chancellor, turned an existing Norman keep into a strong tower. King John added an outer wall in the early 1200s and dammed two brooks to create a mere defending two thirds the castle perimeter. In the 1300s John of Gaunt built the middle range. In the 1550s John Dudley widened the tilt yard and built the stable block. A decade later his son Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester built the massive Leicester Tower and the Italian Garden. Like most English castles Kenilworth was ‘slighted’ after the Civil War. In 1649, just before the slighting the London based Bohemian etcher and artist Wenceslaus Hollar drew a plan of the castle which is still useful.

Wenceslaus Tollar's plan of Kenilworth Castle (property of Toronto University)

Had I attempted to take the photograph below any time between 1200 and 1700, I would have been standing in the mere – and, of course, I would have no camera.

King John's Curtain Wall and the surviving main buildings, Kenilworth Castle

From the mere we made our way up to the tiltyard (24 on Hollar’s Plan). This is the top of the dam that created the mere, levelled and widened for use in jousting. At the end of the tiltyard, we entered the castle through what remains of Mortimer’s Tower (23). Inside we turned right and descended to John Dudley’s stable block (6)….

Stable block (photographed from the left, though we approached from the right)

..not because we are interested in Tudor horse accommodation, but because it is now the café. It was lunchtime and cup of tea and a cheese scone felt a appropriate. It also gave us the opportunity to marvel at the carpentry of the wooden roof.

Stableblock roof

Fed and watered we walked up across the base court (22) to look at the main buildings.

Main Buildings, Kenilworth Castle

On the right is Roger de Clinton’s tower, buildings 16 and 20 have gone, John of Gaunt’s Mid-Range (14 and 17) can be seen further back and the Leicester Tower (21) is on the left. Although the building stone remained unchanged, the architecture did not. Clinton’s Tower originally had arrow slits but no windows; windows were weaknesses, and as glass was unavailable, they also opened the interior to the elements. John of Gaunt’s 14th century buildings had glass windows like the those seen in churches of that date and signify the start of the change from castle to palace. The Leicester Tower had glass from floor to ceiling on every storey, the cost was stupendous, but Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester was a man on a mission: to marry Elizabeth I. The queen, maybe, encouraged his ambition, though she never would marry him, nor anyone else. She visited in 1566 and again in 1568; between visits he completed the tower so she could stay in surroundings as luxurious as any palace in the world. That would win her, he thought.

Clinton’s stronghold acquired some windows over the centuries…

Outside Clinton's Tower

…and the medieval hard man would have been shocked by the view from the northern side.

Looking north from Clinton's Tower

The Italian Garden was part of Robert Dudley’s campaign for the queen’s hand.

There is a better view from an unremarkable and wall-less room up a small flight of steps.

The Italian Garden from the room where Edward II abdicated

Here, on the 20th of January 1327 the serially incompetent Edward II was told to abdicate in favour of his 14-year-old son Edward III, while Edward II’s wife, Isabella of France and her lover Roger Mortimer were appointed regents. He objected, but nobody listened.

Edward II was held here for a few months, then taken to Berkeley Castle in Gloucestershire where he was murdered. Three years later, Edward III overthrew his mother and Mortimer, as any stroppy teenager would. He had Mortimer executed, while Isabella (who was only 35) settled for a long and interesting retirement at Castle Rising in Norfolk (we visited in 2022).

From the Inner Court (15) we entered the kitchens (12) where modern stairs took us into a tower….

Looking down on the kitchen

…from where we could look into John of Gaunt’s Great Hall. The ground floor was for storage and servants, the hall itself was above that, but the floor has gone.

The Grand Hall was on this level but there is no floor

John of Gaunt was a younger son of Edward III (r 1327 – 1377) whose oldest son, Edward the Black Prince predeceased his father, so his son, thus became King Richard II on the death of his grandfather. Twenty-two years later John of Gaunt’s son usurped the throne and became Henry IV (r 1399-1413). His son became Henry V.

Henry V made a speculative claim on the throne of France and in reply the Dauphin sent him a chest of tennis balls, a way of saying, ‘run off and play, sonny.’ The chest was opened in this very hall. The insult led to Henry leading a major incursion into France and winning the Battle of Agincourt, though he never did become King of France. The tennis ball story features in Shakespeare’s Henry V and was taught as fact when I was young. It is now thought to be ‘fake news.’

The windows are worth looking at, the style intermediate between those eventually put in Clinton’s Tower and the windows of the Leicester Tower.

The Grand Hall windows

There is little to see in the Leicester tower but Hardwick Hall in Derbyshire, built so 30 years later shows what the Tudors could do with glass – and it’s not a ruin. We visited 2018.

We left the castle and checked into our B&B a short drive away

The Cross, New Street Kenilworth

Tradition dictates that choosing the restaurant is my job, and Lynne remains in the dark about our destination until we get there. The criteria for choosing I will keep to myself, but after a couple of years of tasting menus with so many courses we started to flag, I was looking for a restaurant offering an old fashioned three course meal. The Cross does that - and offers a six-course tasting menu for those younger and stronger than us.

Kenilworth is also only an hour’s drive from home, and there was a suitable B&B a conveniently short walk from the restaurant. That walk took us from the High Street, where there are several restaurants, into the less promising New Street.

Walking to The Cross

Andreas Antona opened Simpson’s in Edgbaston in 1993. Four years later it became Birmingham’s first Michelin starred restaurant. In 2013 he asked Simpson’s head chef Adam Bennett to become chef-director of The Cross, his new venture. A year or so later The Cross won a Michelin star and has maintained it ever since.

According to their website The Cross is housed in a Grade II listed 19th-century inn. It also says the main dining room is a former school room and the bar was previously a butcher's shop. Whether the inn came before the schoolroom/butcher’s or after is not vouchsafed.

Aperitif and Canapés

We did not bother with the bar, the evening was still warm so we enjoyed our drink and nibbles outside.

From the extensive gin list, we chose Kenilworth Heritage gin, because it is local and we had seen it on sale (for a hefty price) in the castle gift shop. Despite it being a) artisan and b) expensive, neither of us liked it very much.

What an enormous G & T!

The canapés were a treat for the eyes…

Canapés, The Cross, Kenilworth

…but good looks are not everything.

Despite its tiny nasturtium leaf, a mini-croque monsieur is just a cheese and ham toastie. Although nicely made and beautifully presented the ingredients were uninspiring.

The beetroot in the spoon is an example of the chef-y technique of spherification. The idea is that the largish bubble of liquid beetroot should burst in the mouth with satisfying consequences. Lynne liked it, I liked the idea but would have preferred almost any other fruit of vegetable. Lynne was also delighted by the tiny contrivance on top, a herb with something to crunch. She thought it was bursting with flavour, I was unconvinced.

The filo basket of tiny chopped potato topped by goat curd was a pleasing little mouthful.

Lynne’s Starter

Broth of Devon White Chicken, roast winglet, new seasons onions, broad beans, tarragon.

A large soup bowl arrived, empty but for a small hill if vegetables covering the winglets (what part of a chicken is that?). The broth came in a separate jug and the waiter poured it round and eventually over the vegetables.

Broth of Devon white chicken, The Cross, Kenilworth

More than a touch of theatre is required to turn soup of the day (chicken and vegetable) into a Michelin starred dish, but it helps. The deep, rich intensity of the broth did the rest, and the tarragon worked its usual magic with the chicken.

My Starter

Tartar of Beef, soy pickled mushrooms, radish salad, yeast crumb and mushroom ketchup.

Inside every man hides a blood smeared hunter. Such an atavistic monster even lurks behind my kindly elderly gent façade so I need to be thrown a slab of raw meat every now and then.

In this case though, the raw meat was not a slab, and instead of being thrown it was elegantly presented, hiding beneath a radish salad. There was little added to the finely chopped fillet steak, a little seasoning and something, I know not what, that bound it nicely together.

Beef tartar, The Cross, Kenilworth

In his ‘French Odyssey’ Rick Stein wrote I noticed in France that steak tartare has become fashionable once more, so I hope it catches on again here in Britain. I suppose the idea of raw meat is a bit hard to take for some people, but it’s always struck me as completely lovely. Hear, hear. I loved the steak, I loved the tiny pickled mushrooms and the blobs of mushroom ketchup, I even loved the radish - and the yeast crumb provided a different crunch to make the dish complete.

Bread

Around this point in all restaurants of this ilk, some bread appears, baked on-site or by a local artisan baker, accompanied by a special butter. I am not sure why I am expected to want bread and butter at this stage of a meal. I had a piece to see if it was good, and it was truly excellent, but I could eat no more.

Bread and butter, The Cross, Kenilworth

Wine

Beef tartar demanded red, so I ordered a glass of Rioja. The rest of our meal wanted white and choosing a bottle from the long (and sometimes expensive) list required thoughtful browsing. Among the often-underrated wines of Portugal I spotted a Bucelas. When Portugal was too poor to care much about quality wines, Bucelas, near Lisbon was one the few designated quality areas. It was popular in Victorian England but more recently, many of its vineyards disappeared under Lisbon’s urban sprawl. Lower production makes it hard to find, even in Portugal, but it remains good and I was delighted to see a bottle at an affordable price.

Main Course

Cornish John Dory, baby gem lettuce, peas, girolle mushrooms and bacon, parsley, new potatoes, chicken jus with lemon thyme.

We both chose the John Dory which, like every dish at The Cross was beautifully presented.

John Dory, and more. The Cross, Kenilworth

John Dory is coastal fish that can be found around every continent except the Americas and Antarctica. It is not landed in any great quantity being a by-catch of other fisheries. Many of those that are caught find their way to the upper end of the restaurant business. Its flesh is very white, surprisingly flaky for a small fish and very tasty.

It was surrounded by the sort of peas that remind you how much better fresh peas are than frozen, bacon that was crisped and almost sweet, and girolles with a remarkably powerful flavour that pleased me but not Lynne. All was moistened by a chicken jus and everything came together better than I had thought possible. It was a delightful dish, but the John Dory, announced as the star, just became part of an ensemble. Does that matter? Probably not.

Lynne’s Dessert

Hazelnut soufflé, praline sauce, Chantilly cream,

Who does not like a good soufflé? The praline sauce was poured into a hole dug into the top and the Chantilly cream came in a separate bowl - which Lynne perversely ignored.

Hazelnut soufflé and praline sauce

Impressed by the nuttiness, Lynne was more than happy with her soufflé. I ate the world’s finest souffle at Hambleton Hall in 2021, so I feel there is no point me trying another - what if I was proved wrong? I must look after my ego. Fortunately, after only two courses and a very little bread I felt strong enough to tackle the cheeseboard

Cheese

As has now become almost universal, all the cheeses were English artisan products. From left to right they are: Tunworth, Double Barrel Poacher, Ashcombe, Brightwell Ash and Shropshire Blue.

Cheeseboard

I am familiar with Tunworth, a Hampshire version of Camembert. It is excellent when eaten ripe, and this example was fully ripe with well-developed flavours of mushrooms and cowshed.

I am also familiar with Lincolnshire Poacher made by Simon Jones at his dairy farm in the Lincolnshire Wolds. His recipe owes something to both Farmhouse Cheddar and Comté.  The regular Poacher is matured for 14 to 16 months, the Double Barrel gets 2 to 3 years. Powerful stuff.

Kindly elderly gent eats cheese

Ashcombe is a Cotswold version of Morbier, with is distinctive band of ash. This excited me less.

As did the Brightwell Ash. Made in Berkshire, it is a soft, ash coated goat’s cheese. I have a prejudice against cheese that is spreadable, and I would have liked a goatier flavour.

Despite its name, Shropshire Blue is made by several producers in Nottinghamshire. Some of those producers also make Stilton, which I wish this was.

All cheeseboards are a compromise, so a partial success is as good as it gets, but I was a little disappointed by this selection – a kindly elderly gent can become a grumpy old git and be difficult to please, sorry.

Petits Fours etc

That leaves just coffee and petits fours…

Petits Fours

…and a recognition of the occasion.

Thank you to the Cross

And Finally

We enjoyed our evening, indeed our whole day. The meal was excellent, the flavours, the combinations and the presentation were all well thought through and executed. There were no meaningful low points, but neither were there moments that took the breath away, no horseradish ice-cream, no scallop, wasabi and apple granita. We would have liked such a moment, but maybe that is being greedy.

'Fine Dining' posts

Abergavenny and the Walnut Tree (2010)
Ludlow and La Bécasse (2011) (restaurant closed, post withdrawn)
Ilkley and The Box Tree(2012)
Pateley Bridge and the Yorke Arms (2013) (No longer a restaurant, post renamed Parceval Gardens and Pateley Br)
The Harrow at Little Bedwyn (2014)
The Slaughters and the Lords of the Manor (2015)
Loam, Fine Dining in Galway (2016)
Penarth and Restaurant James Sommerin (2017) (restaurant closed, post withdrawn. JS has a new restaurant in Penarth)
The Checkers, Montgomery (2017) (no longer a restaurant, post withdrawn. Now re-opened under new management)
Tyddyn Llan, Llandrillo, Denbighshire (2018)
Fischer's at Baslow Hall, Derbyshire (2019)
Hambleton Hall, Rutland (2021)
The Olive Tree, Queensberry Hotel, Bath (2022)
Dinner at Pensons near Tenbury Wells (2023) (restaurant closed Dec 2023, post withdrawn)
The Cross, Kenilworth (& Kenilworth Castle) 2024

Stratford-upon-Avon and the Hotel du Vin

Among the 500+ posts on this blog is one from July 2019 entitled Cheltenham: The Hotel du Vin and Brian Jones. There is a little about Cheltenham, but mostly it is a review of our dinner at the Hotel du Vin. This post was intended to redress the balance and be more about Stratford and less a restaurant review. It has partially achieved that aim.

A Valentine's Day Visit to the Midland's Tourist Honeypot

Introducing Stratford

Warwickshire

The other Stratford, the one in east London that hosted the 2012 Olympics, is less anonymous than it once was, so I have carefully defined my Stratford in the title. With a population of round 30,000, Stratford-upon-Avon is the sixth largest town in Warwickshire and the largest in Stratford-on-Avon, the southernmost of the county’s five districts. No doubt, you spotted the missing ‘up’ that distinguishes district from town. Such fine distinctions often pass us by, but should we care? Probably not.

Stratford-upon-Avon in the southeast corner of the English West Midlands

Stratford’s most important citizen died over 400 years ago, but he can still be seen around in statue form; this one is in Henley Street, near his birthplace. The work of James Butler it arrived as part of the 2020 redevelopment.

Lynne and William Shakespeare, Henley Street, Stratford-upon-Avon

Stratford on Valentine’s Day

And is a Valentine’s Day visit to Stratford a romantic gesture? Yes, and indeed, no.

In summer, the town is just too full of tourists, in February all the fine old buildings are still there and unobscured by crowds.

Stratford has plenty of old buildings

But February in England is typically cool and damp and Valentine’s Day is not exempt. Cool and damp are not the adjectives of romance - and most of the tourist attractions are closed.

We knew this and a did not arrive until lunchtime. If we lived further away we would have set out earlier to make a day of it, but Stratford is 70 miles from home (a little to the west of Stoke-on-Trent in the map above) and we feel we can go there any time - though we rarely do - so why make the big effort when little is open?

Shakespeare’s Birthplace

Despite the (waning) effect of Covid and (predictable) effect of the season, Shakespeare’s birthplace was open.

The 16th century timber-frame house now known as 42, Henley Street, was rented and later owned by John Shakespeare, William’s father, for over fifty years. The street frontage used to be more impressive, but the building’s original rather grey colouring is being allowed to reassert itself.

The current entrance is at the back, via the modern exhibition further down the street.

Shakespeare's Birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

The substantial garden may well have existed in Shakespeare’s time though used for producing vegetables and accommodating livestock rather than growing flowers.

Snowdrops, Shakespeare's birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon
A reminder that even in the depths of winter there is hope.

Visitors first enter the parlour, where guests would have been entertained. Finding a bed here seems surprising, but beds were expensive, even to the relatively wealthy upper middle class, and if you had a best bed, you showed it off – and honoured guests even got to sleep in it. This puts Shakespeare’s bequest of his ‘second-best bed’ to his wife in some perspective.

Parlour, Shakespeare's Birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

The family and any guests would have dined in the hall where only the head of the household had a proper chair. Food preparation would have been carried out in a building behind the house which has not survived.

Hall, Shakespeare's Birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

Inevitably no furniture has survived in situ, but although some on show is reproduction, most is of the right age. The hall benches were definitely in use (though elsewhere) in Shakespeare’s time.

A bench of some antiquity, Shakespeare's birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

Beyond was John Shakespeare’s workshop. He was a glove maker and leatherworker and built up a successful business. In 1556 he was elected borough ale taster (now there’s a job!) which brought responsibility for weights and measures and price control. Later he became a constable, then an alderman and in 1568, when William was four, he was appointed High Bailiff of Stratford, a position that brought both power and responsibility.

In 1576 he was rich enough to educate his sons and to buy the next two houses in Henley St, combining them into one dwelling – I think that includes the current gift shop. After that he over-reached himself, becoming involved in unlicensed wool-trading and money-lending. He lost his position in society and endured some difficult times.

Buttery, Shakespeare's birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

Upstairs was the main bedroom. The mattress was stuffed with hay, goose down mattresses being the preserve of the very wealthy. The batons sticking up on either side could be removed and were used to beat the mattress before retiring. This would have some cleaning effect and stop compression and explains why ‘hitting the hay’ now means ‘going to bed’.

Master bedroom, Shakespeare's birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

The children used the next bedroom. John and Mary Shakespeare had eight of whom William was the third, oldest of the five who survived infancy.

Children's bedroom, Shakespeare's birthplace, Stratford-upon-Avon

John left the house to his oldest surviving son at his death in 1601, but William already had a Stratford home and leased out this building as an inn. It remained in Shakespeare ownership for a couple of generations until they ran out of heirs - William Shakespeare has no descendants.

The Avon and the Royal Shakespeare Theatre

Leaving the great man’s birthplace, we walked down High St and Sheep St…

High Street, Stratford-upon-Avon

… to the River Avon. The river rises near Naseby in Northamptonshire and flows southwest for 75 miles before joining the Severn at Tewkesbury. ‘Avon’ derives from the ancient Brythonic word for river (like modern Welsh afon - the single ‘f’ pronounced as a ‘v’) so the River Avon is a tautology – which maybe accounts for why there are so many of them. To avoid confusion, this is the Warwickshire Avon, or Shakespeare’s Avon.

Lynne beside the Avon at Stratford

Swans are always associated with the Avon, but there were also plenty of (mainly Canada) geese, pigeons and black-headed gulls. A woman was feeding the birds; twice they gathered in great numbers at her feet, then something spooked them and they all took flight at once. Surprisingly they do not seem to fly into each other.

Birds take flight beside the Avon, Stratford

I photographed a small gull in Bakewell in 2019. My knowledgeable friend Francis, identified it as a black-headed gull. ‘But it does not have a black head,’ I objected. ‘It’s in winter plumage,’ was the answer. The photo was taken in July but, Francis informed me, it goes into winter plumage as soon as it has finished breeding. So why is it called black-headed when it only has a black head for three months of the year?

Black-headed gull (in winter plumage) beside the Avon, Stratford

The Royal Shakespeare Theatre is right beside the river. It was under reconstruction for several years, but has emerged still recognisable as the building it was. It has grown a tower which, I am told, gives excellent views across the town, but of course, it was closed.

Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon

When we lived nearer, we visited the theatre regularly but it is ages since we went and we cannot blame covid for more than a small fraction of it. I think we should make the effort.

Shakespeare’s Grave

After visiting his birthplace and the theatre that helps keep his work alive, we ambled down beside the river…

Walking beside the Avon

…to Holy Trinity Church where he is buried.

Holy Trinity Church, Stratford-upon-Avon

I had not expected the church to be closed, but Mondays are never a good day. Fortunately, I have a photo of Shakespeare’s grave from an earlier visit. He was buried on the 25th of April 1616, so he probably died on the 23rd, his 52nd birthday. Shakespeare paid a considerable sum to be buried inside the church rather than in the graveyard, but recent research has shown the grave is only a metre deep. Souvenir hunting was popular at the time so there is a curse - half hidden by the altar rail - on any who disturb his bones. He has probably lain here unmolested for over 400 years.

Shakespeare's Grave, Holy Trinity, Stratford (2006)

Shakespeare Memorial

Strangely I did not photograph the memorial on the wall just to the left of where I was standing, so I have borrowed Wikipedia’s. (The work of ‘Sicinius’, it is reproduced under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International). The figure and pillow were carved from a single limestone block probably by Gerard Johnson. It must have been made before 1623 as it is referenced in the First Folio, published in that year, and may be as early and 1616 or 17. The sculptor had the assistance of people who had known Shakespeare, and possibly of a death mask. It has been criticised as a work of art, but it is as good a likeness as we can have of a man who died so long ago.

The Hotel du Vin, Stratford

It was time to walk to our hotel and check in. The rain had held off most of the afternoon, but not for this final walk. Never mind, the hotel was doing its best to celebrate the day.

Valentine's Day at the Hotel du Vin

Dinner at the Hotel du Vin, Stratford

At the appropriate time we presented ourselves in the dining room for the 3-course Valentine’s Day dinner which included a glass of Champagne with the starters.

Chicken Liver Parfait

From six first course choices, Lynne went for the chicken liver parfait with raisin chutney and brioche toast. She has a long-held belief (which I actually share, but express less forcibly) that brioche is breakfast food and its creeping colonisation of savoury dishes should be resisted. She made her speech, ordered the dish regardless and complained not at all – except to say was a bit large with two courses to come – but we can’t eat like we used to. Getting older is no fun.

Chicken Liver Parfait and a glass of Champagne, Hotel du Vin, Stratford

Pissaladière

The dish originated in the Liguria region of Italy and long ago spread along the Mediterranean coast into France, this version being described on the menu as niçoise. The unfortunate sounding name derives from peis salat, salted fish in the old coastal dialect. It traditionally has four basic ingredients, a dough base, caramelised onions, anchovies and black olives.

Pissaladière, Hotel du Vin, Stratford

In this case the ‘base’ was a pastry coffin. The pastry was a touch claggy, but the filling of soft, sweet onion flecked with shards of savoury/salty anchovy was delightful. The black olives were ‘à la Grecque’ and I would have preferred something less aggressive – little niçoise olives preserved in brine would have been perfect. The rest, some leaves and a quail's egg, looked pretty and the leaves were fresh and crisp, but all would have benefitted from a splash of olive oil.

Pan-Seared Duck Breast

Despite the fish, vegetarian, vegan and two beef options we both went for pan-seared duck breast with fondant potato and Agen prunes.

Pan seared duck breast, Hotel du Vin, Stratford

My duck breast was appropriately pink, the skin nicely seared, but it could have been more tender and ducky-flavoured. I blame the beast rather than the chef. Prune juice, as Commander Worf once averred, is a warrior’s drink, and the Prunneaux d’Agen of south west France, are the most warlike of prunes. So much so, they rather overwhelmed the duck.

Vin de Madiran

The hotel is justifiably proud of its extensive wine list. Looking beyond the recommendations on page one there is an interesting mix of expensive classics and cheaper regional wines. I chose a Madiran from south west France - at under £35 it was inexpensive by restaurant standards. Made from the local tannat grape known for its dark colour, firm tannic structure and raspberry aromas, it lived up to its reputation and was, we thought, a good choice.

Sorbet and Crème Brûlée

Lynne only had space for a scoop of raspberry sorbet, which slid down nicely. I would have liked to try their ‘selection of artisan cheeses’ but although the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak and I settled for the crème brûlée. The vanilla custard was less sweet than usual, but I liked that; who needs more sugar when you have cracked your way through the glazing?

This was our second Hotel du Vin dinner, both were good enough to be worth a review, but neither hit any great heights. These are not Michelin starred menus – but nor are they Michelin star prices – and I appreciate a menu prepared to take a few risks, even if some do not come off.

Other 1 AA Rosette meals
The Speech House, Forest of Dean Gloucestershire (2019)
The Hotel du Vin, Cheltenham, Gloucestershire (2019)
The Hotel du Vin, Stratford-upon-Avon. Warwickshire (2022)
The Dukes Head, Kings Lynn, Norfolk (2022)