I've always been one for making dinner the event - I pity the "food is fuel" fools (I said that in a Mr T voice in my own head there). So escalating this into a compete eatcation is exactly how I like to spend my time. Not only do you have an afternoon of anticipation for the brilliant wining and dining ahead, but a whole weekend of it. With so many restaurants a little drive away from Brighton, and lets face it, noone likes hefty taxi fees or turning down the good wine, an overnight visit is the perfect solution.
With bags packed with my favourite dining jumpsuit (no waistband - I'm a professional) I headed down to Goodwood to dine at the Estate's Farmer, Butcher, Chef Restaurant.
Few restaurants can boast that their customers will travel further than their food, but Farmer, Butcher, Chef is almost unique in its claim. Part of the Goodwood Estate, the land has been farmed by the family for over three hundred years and is one of the only self-sustaining organic farms in Europe and the largest lowland organic farm in the UK. The Richmond family were certainly interested in organic before it became the a mainstream concern.
The Estate's soil is mainly free draining chalk, which is ideal for the barley used to brew their own ale and larger (I've tried it, and darn good it is too) and for the grazing of the Southdown sheep and Sussex cattle along with clovers, oats and wheat. There are also a heard of 200 Dairy Shorthorns and mix breed pigs.
But it doesn't stop there; The organic milk is made into cheese in their own Cheese Room and meat is butchered onsite by their own Master Butchers. Unsurprisingly then, the produce and farm boast a plethora of accolades and awards to make the trophy cabinet collapse under the weight...you get the point. It's the real deal.
This was an exceptional meal and highlights the turn in style for dining that seems to be in the air. There seems to be a fatigue of overworked and fussy menus with even the likes of Marina O'Loughlin writing "This tortured style of cooking is starting to look old-fashioned and silly: the new wave of restaurant stars are perfecting dishes where a few flawless ingredients are allowed to shine like delicious beacons." The dishes at Farmer, Butcher, Chef are intervened where necessary, but not excessively, allowing the brilliant produce to shine through. Portions are hearty and for someone who dines out as much as I do, I was almost beside myself at being served a "proper" meal. You'll leave satisfied and happy.
The Goodwood Hotel offer dinner packages at Farmer, Butcher, Chef with breakfast starting from £160 for single occupancy, more details here.
I stayed and dined as a guest of Goodwood. Words and thought, as always, my own.
The Estate's soil is mainly free draining chalk, which is ideal for the barley used to brew their own ale and larger (I've tried it, and darn good it is too) and for the grazing of the Southdown sheep and Sussex cattle along with clovers, oats and wheat. There are also a heard of 200 Dairy Shorthorns and mix breed pigs.
But it doesn't stop there; The organic milk is made into cheese in their own Cheese Room and meat is butchered onsite by their own Master Butchers. Unsurprisingly then, the produce and farm boast a plethora of accolades and awards to make the trophy cabinet collapse under the weight...you get the point. It's the real deal.
The interior is a triumph - by designer Cindy Leveson who's work can be seen around the estate, resurrecting it tastefully for a modern take on tradition. In the restaurant, items found on the land; brass edged leather fire hoses, vintage farming equipment, ancient tools and other quirky trinkets from the past have been polished up and reappropraited for a visual feast.
From my table I could see my bedroom for the night, a literal stones throw and a comforting thought as I ordered cocktails in sky high heels. Wine list? Sure, I'll take a look at that.
You quickly get the point that proper food is at the heart of this restaurant. Bread arrives in wonderful slabs, not bijoux rolls, and is served with beef dripping butter.
Starters were excellent; my crispy hens egg was clever - with a faux shell of fine herbed breadcrumbs and piquant chorizo and creamed corn. Delicious flavours that all belong together. The earthy offal of the Lamb Faggot was lightened with peas and samphire and a beautiful example of nose to tail, let's face it, it would be a crime to waste any of the produce here.
There were plenty of delicious dishes on the mains to choose from, I'd have eaten all of them happily, but one of the Butcher's Boards (lamb, beef or pork) is a true showcase of the estate's meats. And you know you've made the right decision when your food arrives with it's own supporting trestle.
The berry-blush Beef Wellington was encased in fine pastry and the meat had so much depth of flavour with a vibrant green herb duxelle alternative. As well as the wellington, the board boasted breadcrumbed crispy shin, a meltingly tender, glossy glazed brisket, thin strips of ox tongue with braised little gem (over blanched and a touch greasy - the only small negative) and beef dripping potatoes. We supplemented this generous quantity of food with Spiced Cauliflower and Almond and Dressed Heritage Tomatoes.
The recommended Sangiovese was ideal - enough spice to square up to the richness of the meat whilst being light enough for the balmy evening.
Any carnivore would be in absolute heaven here, as I was. The jumpsuit was tested to the limit as we devoured the whole lot. For £50, for two people, the board was also exceptional value for a meal of such quality and provenance.
The sharing Rhubarb and Ginger Baked Alaska is a must order, crown-like and surrounded by pretty pink rhubarb and hazelnut praline. I'm so happy to see this retro classic back on the menus, reworked for fine dining - dessert is a time for fun and this fits the bill. The ginger zing was happily present and a superb dessert to wake the palate up and enjoy on the hot summer evening.
From my table I could see my bedroom for the night, a literal stones throw and a comforting thought as I ordered cocktails in sky high heels. Wine list? Sure, I'll take a look at that.
You quickly get the point that proper food is at the heart of this restaurant. Bread arrives in wonderful slabs, not bijoux rolls, and is served with beef dripping butter.
Starters were excellent; my crispy hens egg was clever - with a faux shell of fine herbed breadcrumbs and piquant chorizo and creamed corn. Delicious flavours that all belong together. The earthy offal of the Lamb Faggot was lightened with peas and samphire and a beautiful example of nose to tail, let's face it, it would be a crime to waste any of the produce here.
There were plenty of delicious dishes on the mains to choose from, I'd have eaten all of them happily, but one of the Butcher's Boards (lamb, beef or pork) is a true showcase of the estate's meats. And you know you've made the right decision when your food arrives with it's own supporting trestle.
The berry-blush Beef Wellington was encased in fine pastry and the meat had so much depth of flavour with a vibrant green herb duxelle alternative. As well as the wellington, the board boasted breadcrumbed crispy shin, a meltingly tender, glossy glazed brisket, thin strips of ox tongue with braised little gem (over blanched and a touch greasy - the only small negative) and beef dripping potatoes. We supplemented this generous quantity of food with Spiced Cauliflower and Almond and Dressed Heritage Tomatoes.
The recommended Sangiovese was ideal - enough spice to square up to the richness of the meat whilst being light enough for the balmy evening.
Any carnivore would be in absolute heaven here, as I was. The jumpsuit was tested to the limit as we devoured the whole lot. For £50, for two people, the board was also exceptional value for a meal of such quality and provenance.
The sharing Rhubarb and Ginger Baked Alaska is a must order, crown-like and surrounded by pretty pink rhubarb and hazelnut praline. I'm so happy to see this retro classic back on the menus, reworked for fine dining - dessert is a time for fun and this fits the bill. The ginger zing was happily present and a superb dessert to wake the palate up and enjoy on the hot summer evening.
This was an exceptional meal and highlights the turn in style for dining that seems to be in the air. There seems to be a fatigue of overworked and fussy menus with even the likes of Marina O'Loughlin writing "This tortured style of cooking is starting to look old-fashioned and silly: the new wave of restaurant stars are perfecting dishes where a few flawless ingredients are allowed to shine like delicious beacons." The dishes at Farmer, Butcher, Chef are intervened where necessary, but not excessively, allowing the brilliant produce to shine through. Portions are hearty and for someone who dines out as much as I do, I was almost beside myself at being served a "proper" meal. You'll leave satisfied and happy.
The Goodwood Hotel
I stayed at the adjoining Goodwood Hotel in one of the tastefully decorates suites, however these will be receiving attention to transform to make them even more special in the future. (I imagine they'll be planning on bringing them up to the more stylish levels of other areas of the Estate.)
Bathrooms were large and stocked with REN products and the bed dwarfed little ol' me for a wonderful slumber. The room was also sprinkled with touches I've become accustomed to at Goodwood, like Montezuma chocolates and the weather report printed for the next day. A stay at the hotel also includes the use of the Healthclub so when I was not dining, I could be found earning calorie credits in the pool, and relaxing in the sauna, jacuzzi or the steam room or sunbathing on the terrace. I'd conveniently forgotten to pack my trainers for the well-equipped gym.
Breakfast the next morning (did I mention I did 100 lengths of the pool?) was delicious. Sausages, bacon, cheese and milk are all sourced, again, directly from Home Farm on the Estate - the quality was outstanding.
I stayed and dined as a guest of Goodwood. Words and thought, as always, my own.
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