Santiago do Cacém

A Small City in the Alentejo Littoral

Where's That?

Portugal

Our regular short trip north to the rural Alentejo (a prelude to a fortnight in the touristy fleshpots of the Algarve) last year took us near to the Spanish border at Serpa, so this year for a contrast we visited the other side of the country near the west coast at Santiago do Cacém (pronounced Santiago doo Cas-aim) one of dozens of Santiagos in the Spanish and Portuguese speaking world.

Home to around 6,000 people it is the administrative centre of a municipality of 30,000. The huge old province of Alentejo is now divided between the modern districts of Portalegre, Évora and Beja, except for the small coastal area once known as Alentejo Littoral which included Santiago do Cacém. This has been absorbed into the district of Setúbal

The position of Santiago do Cacém in southern Portugal and (insert) position of municipality in Portugal

A Little History

Eschewing the A2 auto-estrada we took the IC1 north from the busyness of the Algarve. For 100km the road becomes steadily quieter and the countryside becomes wilder and emptier. Leaving the IC1 at Avalade, the final 30km took us deeper and deeper into a rural backwater

The first known occupants of the area were Iberian Celtic tribes. The Romans arrived and built a town they called Miróbriga, administered from 50 BCE to 400 CE from Pax Julia (now called Beja we visited in 2018). In the 4th century the Romans left. The Alans arrived and were soon pushed out by the Vizigoths. They abandoned Miróbriga and moved the population to the top of the nearby hill. All was relatively calm until the Moors arrived in the early 8th century.

The Moors called their village Kassen and built a castle on the hill. During the Reconquista the castle was taken by Afonso I in 1157 but re-taken in 1190. King Sancho I assigned the region to the warrior monks of the Order of Santiago but it was not until 1217, in the reign of Afonso II, that they ensured the castle was firmly in Portuguese hands It has been known ever since as Santiago do Cacém - which sounds a lot more like Kassen than it looks to the Anglophone eye.

Santiago do Cacém - the castle on the hill

Maybe by then the castle had done enough to justify the town’s bloodthirsty coat of arms, but it saw little action thereafter. It had various tenants and owners and eventually, like all castle, became less and less relevant and the town below its walls slipped into comfortable obscurity - except, of course, in October 1895....

When Santiago do Cacém Set a Portuguese First

22 vehicles took part in the June 1895 Paris-Bordeaux-Paris Race, reputedly the world’s first motor race (though actually a time trial). Nine completed the 1,200km route, the 48 hours and 48 minutes of Émile Levassor’s Panhard & Levassor being the best time.

Impressed by this feat and having friends in Paris, wealthy Alentejo landowner Jorge de Sousa Feio, Count of Avilez, was able to purchase a Panhard et Levassor in September which reached Lisbon a month later. Portuguese customs were uncertain how to deal with this novel beast, but after some negotiation a classification was agreed, a tax imposed and it became the first ever car registered in Portugal.

The Count of Avilez's Panhard & Levassor (public domain)

Once the count and his mechanic had worked how to fuel their new toy and how to start it, they set off for the Count’s home in Santiago do Cacém, a journey of 150km. It now takes about 90 minutes but then there was no bridge over the Tagus, and the Panhard could cruise at 15km/hr on a good road, but there were no good roads.

They set out on October the 14th and arrived two days later. On the way they collided with a donkey in Portugal’s first ever car accident.

Motoring took off slowly, but once the royal family had bought a Panhard et Levassor, in 1898 there was no way back.

One hundred years later Santiago do Cacém celebrated being the destination of Portugal’s first ever car journey with an installation on a roundabout at the southern entry to the town.

Count of Avilez, his associate and their mechanic reach their destination

Under the one-party rule of the ultra-conservative Estado Novo (1933-74) levity was not (officially) part of Portuguese life and all public art was po-faced and sombre. Everything changed with the 1974 Carnation Revolution, now they do not take themselves so seriously – a healthy development.

30-Sept-2024

We made an error when booking this trip. The weather in the Algarve in the first two weeks of October is usually idyllic, so we booked accommodation for Tuesday the 1st to Tuesday the 15th and only afterwards thought about Santiago do Cacém. Consequently we arrived on Sunday afternoon when many things are closed, even some restaurants (though following the wise advice of the hotel receptionist, we ate well in Santiago, see The Alentejo: Eating and Drinking.) And if Sunday presents problems, Monday is worse, being the day museums and other visitor attractions close.

The Castle of Santiago do Cacém

Fortunately, that does not apply to the castle, where anyone can wander anytime they choose, so we went there.

The Evolution of Santiago do Cacém

The Visigoths put their village near the top of the hill, the Moors built the castle. Towns clustered round castle walls, so that in an emergency the inhabitants can go inside, which was safer than staying outside unless you have an enemy determined to lay siege, which did happen here, but not often.

Times changed, the rule of law replaced the rule of might, bigger municipal buildings were required and construction is so much easier on flat land, so the town’s administrative centre moved to the area east of the castle. Then it started to spread south. At the point where the broad road was once supposed to end, there is the out-of-town supermarket, the commemoration of Santiago’s great day and across the road to the left the three-storey bulk of the Hotel Dom Nuno, where we stayed.

The road into Santiago do Cacém

Not that the town ends there, it straggles on a while, past a new Aldi to the final building, as so often in small town Portugal, a tyre workshop.

To the Castle

The castle starts with a ten-minute walk into town but then you must turn uphill, so we decided to drive.

The drive is simple until you leave modern Santiago and enter a maze of narrow lanes with frequent tight turns. Reaching the top of the hill should be simple but the many ‘one way’ signs mean that to keep going up you sometimes must go down. Occasionally concrete steps intrude into the road, and it is ridiculously easy to brush them against the sill of the car. I only did it once.

Eventually we reached the top to find, not the castle but the Igreja Matriz, the parish church. It was locked and deserted, as was the space outside, so it seemed a good spot to park.

Santiago Parish Church

From here we could slip through to the castle wall.

Round the Castle Wall

And so we began our circumambulation. The castle was built to fit the hilltop, giving it an ‘irregular trapezoidal form’ according to the information board. The walls, 196m long are straight and supported by four square and five circular towers.

Around the castle, Santiago do Cacém

The path extends round the whole exterior, though the best views are on the south side over parts of the town and to the Atlantic Ocean 13Km away.

The coastal plain and the Atlantic Ocean

The castle fell into disrepair in the 18th century, but a great deal more damage was caused by the 1755 Lisbon earthquake. With its epicentre 200km south west of Cape St Vincent and strength estimated as at least 7.7, the earthquake destroyed Lisbon while a tsunami inundated the Algarve and Portugal's south west coast.

Although designated a National Monument in 1910 the castle had to wait until 1930 for major renovation. Today, the curtain wall is in good repair and the ruined mosque (later church) and keep are stabilised.

Near the end of our stroll we discovered the entrance and inside was a surprise. In the 1840s, long before any serious restoration work was carried out the local people cleared the interior for use it as the town cemetery.

Cemetery inside Santiago castle

It is a peaceful and beautifully maintained space in what was once a place of war..

Cemetery inside Santiago castle

…and also gives access to a balcony on the south of the exterior wall.

Balcony. Santiago Castle

At Leisure in Santiago do Cacém

Having seen the castle, there was little left to do. We enjoyed a leisurely coffee and pastel de nata at the Pastelaria Serra then sat for a while in the Jardim Municipal, in front of the Museu Municipal.

The museum was not open, because it was Monday. Visitors on any other day have, since 1930, been able to peruse the archaeological collection, the numismatical collection and the recreations of traditional Alentejo life in the ethnographic section. We could not, and it was all our fault.

Despite the minimal rainfall, the town’s tree population is diverse and healthy. Google Image search suggested the trees below were plane trees. At first I dismissed their suggestion, then noticed the patchy bark, considered the effect of pollarding and decided they might be plane trees after all.

Plane trees, Santiago do Cacém

Google told me this tree was a larch…

Unidentified tree, Santiago do Cacém

…but it is not pointed enough and larches like cooler weather. Half way up a Swiss mountain, maybe, but Santiago has a full-on Mediterranean climate, despite being beside the Atlantic Ocean.

These are orange trees – definitely.

Orange trees line the roadside, Santiago do Cacém

At lunchtime we found a café for a snack and a beer, then wandered back to our hotel for a nap – we had been up at silly o’clock yesterday to catch an 06.00 flight from Birmingham.

Later we drank a beer, sitting outside one of the small cafés that dot the town – beer costs half as much as in the Algarve.

In the evening, we found an unpretentious restaurant in the town centre and ordered porco preto, the meat of the Iberian black pig, a local treat. We were seated next to a long table of Americans, a tour group cycling down the west coast. They were not that young for such an enterprise and I liked their spirit. Their guide was introducing them to presunto preto, the ham of the black pig. This is one of my specialist subjects, so I involved myself in the conversation. I could have delivered a 90-minute presentation with power point, if there was projector to plug my phone into. Fortunately, I restrained myself, which was, I am sure, good for international relations. Of course, you may read about it, starting here:- To Alájar in Andalusia.

Simple cooking and presentation, but fine pork

01-Oct-2025

Miróbriga

We had a lunch appointment 170km away in Carvoeiro, but it was Tuesday, so Santiago’s main tourist attraction was now open and we had to visit the Roman city of Miróbriga before leaving.

Pliny the Elder (23 – 79 CE) was the most reliable contemporary source to mention Miróbriga, a Roman settlement of some size in this region. The remains of an important Roman settlement exist on the eastern edge of Santiago do Cacém and it is very probably Miróbriga, though there is no absolute proof.

We started in the museum at the visitor centre.

Roof tile and half a pipe from a hypocaust, Miróbriga

Although most of what remains is Roman, there is ample evidence of occupation since the Iron Age, possibly as early as the 9th century BCE. The original inhabitants were Ibero-Celtic people, the suffix "-briga" denoting a fortified place in the local Celtic language.

Roman lamps Miróbriga (we saw a whole museum dedicated to such lamps in Castro Verde!)

Significant urban developments in the 1st century CE transformed the indigenous settlement into a Romanised urban centre. The main residential area, however, looks a little underwhelming in its present condition.

Main residential area, Miróbriga

Though there are some more convincing constructions nearby.

Houses? Shops? Who knows, Miróbriga

And the paved path that leads down the slope beside the stream is almost 2,000 years old and does not have a single pothole.

Path with original Roman paved surface, Miróbriga

The path leads past down past a bath…

Caldarium of the upper baths, Miróbriga

… and then another bath (taking full advantage of the stream)

Lower baths, Miróbriga

At the bottom is a perfectly preserved single arch bridge.

Roman bridge, Miróbriga

At this point we realised we needed to leave and head south, so we missed the forum and its temples, and the hippodrome.

Some 500 meters south of the main settlement, the hippodrome (the only fully excavated example in Portugal) is 370 meters long and 75 meters width. Chariot races were held here in front of up to 25,000 spectators.

The Romans left in the 4th century, the population started to fall and that brought the end for Miróbriga.

Birds

Merlin is a free app distributed by Cornell university which records birdsong and identifies the singers. I used it at the castle and at Miróbriga, collecting seven species I had not previously recorded in Portugal or elsewhere.

Iberian Magpie - bright blue tail, makes our common magpie look boring
European Pied Flycatcher - a dumpy little black and white bird
Black Redstart - not as colourful as our common redstart
Sardinian Warbler - widespread around the Mediterranean, not just Sardinia
Crested Lark - actually has a smaller crest than our skylark
Spanish Sparrow - the Spanish have their very own sparrow!
European Serin - a tiny yellow and brown bird widespread throughout Europe, except for Scandinavia, the UK and Ireland.

Other Alentejo Posts

Évora (2016)
Mértola and Alcoutim: Strongholds by the Guadiana River (2017) - also under Algarve
Beja, Capital of Baixo Alentejo(2018)
Castro Verde (1): Surrounding Villages (2022)
Castro Verde (2): Castro Verde and Ourique (2022)
Serpa (2023)

Santiago do Cacém (2024)
The Alentejo, Eating and Drinking (2024)

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