Just outside the West Yorks Playhouse, we like it.
Anyway, last time we tried we were turned away for the first time ever because we had no reservations so we’ve booked it for this Saturday night pre the very excellent Daniel Kitson gig that I’m really looking forward to.
The lad on the phone seemed to be very fond of the word “awesome” as that is how he responded to everything MrsD told and asked him. We are now expecting and awesome meal, no, indeed experience. Report to follow, i can’t help feeling it may be a little shy of awesome
Look forward to hearing about the Daniel Kitson gig as well as the awesome grub.
I like The Wardrobe, but there are a lot of that 'too cool for school' mob who walk around with miserable faces all night, and won't talk to you because you don't know who played alto-sax on a certain Miles Davis album. I would distract myself from these grumpy buggers my getting hammered to death on class A drugs.
Can't recall Miles ever having an alto sax in his early bands anyway but John Coltrane played tenor with him
T'b,i think you'd fit right in with the wardrobe crowd although how you’d live with yourself for turning Dock to class A drugs is up to you.
I'd be mellow on the music, so I'd probably not notice, let alone care.
*locks Dock in his room*
Well I suppose on an early bird pre theatre deal and 15 quid for two courses, awesome was a tad high in the expectation stakes.
I like the feel of the place but then again I’ve not been late on and experienced the Cool Leeds sophisticates digging the jazz man.
The seating area is down the far left of the place, most tables taken by the time we arrived but thankful we booked if only to avoid that pained but fey accommodating expression we’d’ve had if we hadn’t booked.
Our waitress was posh looking Blondie lass trying her best to appear kooky but composed though she did have a forgetful tendency, A choice of about eight starters and eight mains plus three from the roast section that commanded a supplement. Time was not on ours side so we hurriedly ordered. Cold shellfish platter and roast Belly Pork for me. Figs and Sirloin for Mrs D only to be told two minutes later the sirloin was not available. Quickly she asked for Fish Pie instead. We’ve stopped drinking alcohol anywhere except pubs these days in an effort to both rein it in a little and save some money and we have both decided that wine with meals is not mandatory and I certainly know that I much prefer water anyway. So a jug of tap water was delivered with no hint of annoyance though I am absolutely certain also that no restaurateur would ever call us ideal customers.
My shellfish was a mixed bag. Fresh pungent leaves in a vinaigrette dressing, saline and acidic cockles out of shells, dull cockles in a shell, Tastless tiny prawns (shrimps) in their shell complete with wroe that I could have done without thank you very much. MrsDs Figs were ace with parma ham and salad.
My Belly pork came on three mounds all on mash. Beautiful. Herby Mash, moist and plentiful pork, crackling and a few nice leaves. MrsDs fish pie was a massive let down though. Essentially my Starter warmed up and my mash plonked on top of it. Now I’m all for economy in the kitchen and chefs rationalizing especially on early birds but this was, as we say in polite dining circles “taking the piss”. Nevertheless we’ll be back because it is good value and was the first time we’ve been anything other than delighted with it but it is strike one as they say in the diamond
Thank you for the report. I do like seafood, but often have an uneasy feeling ordering it.
Many years ago, following a meeting in Newcastle, I met up with a long standing friend who had recently moved there. We ate early in the evening in a small Italian restaurant (I had a seafood pizza), followed by a very modest few beers around town.
I woke up in the middle of the night on a couch in this strange house with food poisoning. Suffice to say, the next few hours were rather unpleasant, made worse by the need to board an early morning train to Birmingham.
To my credit, I avoided entering the mucky buggers category on that occasion.