Saturday, 24 August 2013

Lumiere



Right in the centre of town, next door to an Indian takeaway, and a mere stones throw away from the horrors of Vodka Rev's and Yates', sees Cheltenham's hidden treasure. With its modest signage, you'd be forgiven for missing it, but you really don't want to; this restaurant is a gem. Its ability to camouflage itself, like platform nine and three quarters in Harry Potter, makes it seem like some sort of secret dining experience, and the fact it only has 10 tables, adds to its exclusivity.

We'd been before, and instantly fell in love with the place; three perfect courses made us vow to return to try more. A little over two years later, here we are, though this time opting for the nine course tasting menu - a selection of chef Jon Howe's latest and favourite creations. Now, when it comes to eating out, I can be a bit of a control freak; I tend to completely disregard the 'big chain' restaurants, and insist on going to independant foodie faves, which I've probably researched weeks in advance and know the menus inside out. So having only seen a few sample dishes on the website, and not even looking at the menu when we arrived, our evening at Lumiere promised to be an exciting and unknown affair. After all, who doesn't like surprises?

Whilst browsing through the well stocked wine list, our appetizers arrived, a mini cheese scone and what I'd describe as a posh Quaver, topped with a gorgeous edible flower... Before I carry on, you'll have to excuse me for not remembering every little detail; there really were a lot of aspects to each dish!

The waitress brought round some freshly baked bread, of which there were four varieties to choose from. I went for the most unusual sounding one, celeriac and raisin, then out came our first course of the evening; a sweetcorn velouté with pancetta, so sweet and salty, light but flavorsome. A majestic scallop followed - diver caught from Oban - nestled with a piece of pork belly, and decorated with a caramel shard, carrot and cumin puree, and 'pork scratchings'. Next came another fish course of sea trout, with its super crisp skin and still rosy flesh, it sat on a bed of citrusy quinoa, cucumber, salmon roe, and topped with smoked eel. It was such a fresh dish, which led perfectly onto the last starter; a chicken terrine, with truffle, girolles, watercress, sweetcorn, and a langoustine. Without even swooping in for a sniff, you were hit with the aroma of truffles, and with a structural scattering of a sweet/sharp 'pickle powder', it made for an interesting dish, and one which I would never normally have chosen in a restaurant otherwise.


Now halfway through, we were given our 'refresher' - a take on a Tequila Slammer. There was a salty sugar crisp, that was to be eaten first, then a tequila sorbet, which tasted like a margharita. It was 'washed down' with a lime-y lozenge; a delicate jelly case with a punchy sour syrup in the centre that exploded in your mouth when you bit into it.


Quite often, when going for a 'fancy' dinner, I find that I get enchanted by all the savoury flavour combinations in the starters, then when it comes to the main course, I feel a little uninspired. Lumiere ousted this preconception by serving a main of goat.. Yes, goat.. In a British restaurant. As the waitress was explaining the dish, I was so eager to dig in. A goat loin wrapped in parma ham and a croquette of braised goat, with a hasselback potato of sorts, fennel/artichoke (to be honest, I don't remember) and goats curd. Pretty much anywhere you go, you will find goat's cheese on the menu in some form, so it was a nice surprise to have the rest of the animal being used rather than just it's milk. I guess I would associate it more with Caribbean cuisine - goat curries, etc - but it was so tasty not disguised in a tonne of spices that I'd recommend giving it a go just as it is.


Still none the wiser as to what was coming next, we were presented with Pimms, though not in drink form; an almost savoury cucumber sorbet, a bite-size strawberry meringue, Pimms flavoured mousse, and finished with sprigs of mint and apple. Then came a stunning strawberry dessert, which seemed like a nod to the classic Eton Mess. A strawberry sorbet ball, covered in little meringue pieces, pistachios, and elderflower jelly 'beads', with fresh strawberries and Aero-like white chocolate slabs. The not-so-secret ingredient here was popping candy, which made the whole thing a sensation extravaganza. By this point, everyone dining were roughly eating the same course - apart from the gentlemen on the next table who were bravely working their way through an epic looking cheese board - and you could just hear waves of crackling soaring through the restaurant.

Finally, a triumphant peach melba soufflé was brought to us, standing very tall and proud, with a raspberry sauce, almond ice cream, and an attractive sugar spun spiral. I'm still unsure as to how much I like sweet soufflés, so personal preference would've probably wanted the last two the other way round, but that would be my only little niggle on the whole evening.

The staff were attentive but not intrusive, both friendly and chatty; not the stereotypical stern looking waiters who look like it pains them to serve you food, and insist on explaining the dishes so quietly that only a mouse would be able to hear. We chose not to go for the accompanying wine flight for £50pp, which we noticed that many other tables did, but nevertheless our glasses were continually being topped up, so it didn't feel like we missed out too much.

Nine courses seemed like a steal for just £70, and as we said two years ago, it surprises me that Lumiere has none of the oh-so-coveted stars. Surely it can't be long, so I'd advise to go there now, or you might end up on a long waiting list.

Lumiere - Clarence Parade, Cheltenham. GL50 3PA

Thursday, 15 August 2013

ART// Floral Fun


Flowers (Yellow), 2013
Oil on primed paper
3.5 x 4.25 inches

Here is the final painting for my flower triptych, the others can be found HERE and HERE. I'm feeling incredibly guilty for having taken SO long to do them, but better late than never, right?

A work colleague (Hugh Childs) was kind enough to spare some time to frame them for me.


And whilst I was at it, I restored and reframed some other paintings that I had done for my Sister, way back in 2011..


Lets hope the new owners like them!


Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Big Brother Art Style

A sneaky insight of what happens at work..

Live Feed Fact Painting

Wednesday, 7 August 2013

A Tale of Two Teas

I've said it before and I'll say it again. I am a cake snob. Perhaps its my love of baking, or my obsession with unusual flavours, or the fact I've been spoilt by visiting some really very nice places; but I turn my nose up at bad bakes, especially the pre-packed things you might find on the shelves of your local supermarket. Take a hike Mr Kipling, I only want the good stuff!

Unfortunately my snobbery doesn't end there.. I'm not a fan of cupcakes. As popular as they may be, I just don't understand the hype. An oversized plain sponge piled high with sickly sweet buttercream, which is a) hard to get your chops around - do you eat some icing first, or peel back the paper case and attempt to get a bit of both - and b) you get bored half way through, because they're always so bloomin' massive. They lure you in with their beautiful decoration, then leave you high and dry with disappointment. Typical false promise cakes.

Ok, I admit, I am guilty of making them on the odd occasion, but by mixing zests or jams into the cake mixture, and switching to a more grown-up cream cheese frosting, its kind of acceptable in my eyes.

Sod the OTT American treats, in true British fashion, I like nothing more than a cup of tea and a slice of cake. So, it was a good week when I had two afternoon tea's planned within four days of one another. Call me what you like, I know I'm greedy.

Firstly, and luckily for me, a friend had decided to celebrate her birthday in style this year, and had arranged for a group of us to go to Sketch in London for High Tea. Now, as much as I'd love to go and ponce around in The Ritz or The Savoy sampling their afternoon delights, this place was much more up my street. It has all the grandiose that you might associate with 'upper class dining', but none of the pretentiousness; from the chirpy doorman in his top and tails, to the striking bald lady who showed us through the late-night-fun-house styled building, and to Barney, our inexplicably charming waiter for the day.


We were seated in 'The Gallery', quite fitting for us art-minded ladies, in which the entire space, conceived by Turner Prize winning artist Martin Creed, had been transformed from a dining room into an installation. Blurring the boundaries between art and functionality, Creed's Work No.1347 sees 96 different types of marble, zigzagging their way across the floor, whilst Work No.1343 is a feature in which every single piece of cutlery, glass, table and chair used is different. Sketch seamlessly presents itself as a hub for art, food and design. Just perfect.

So, when in Rome, and all that jazz, I decided to push the boat out and opted for the Queen's Afternoon Tea, which kicked off with a Dubonnet & Gin; apparently a favourite tipple of Her Royal Majesty's. Then out came pots of tea, of which I chose rose bud, and numerous cake stands, plates and bowls filled with treats, I'm surprised the table wasn't heaving underneath all that weight.

Starting from the bottom with all the savories, we had a mozzarella and pesto croque monsieur, that was gorgeously wrapped up in paper with a ribbon bow; a cucumber and ricotta sandwich, topped with asparagus; mini smoked salmon and cream cheese triangles, adorned with salmon eggs and dill, on bread which resembled a Jacob's Cracker; and a classic egg mayonnaise, crowned with a quails egg and caviar. Then we dabbled in some of the bubblegum flavoured marshmallows that were littered across the table, before going in on the scones. Still warm, we had a choice of jams, and even the clotted cream was delicately presented with blueberries and edible flowers.

Chit chats and toilet breaks (you MUST marvel at the loo's.. think Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy) and we were ready to hit the hard stuff. A deconstructed strawberry cheesecake in a glass, so light and airy; a coffee eclair, which packed a punch despite being the size of my little finger; the Sketch opera, thin layers of sponge, ganache and what seemed to be caramel, so irresistibly shiny; an almond and berry tart, graced with crystallized redcurrants, a lovely balance between sharp and sweet; a mousse-like meringue cake, flavoured with Pinot Grigiot and possibly passion fruit - there were far too many things to remember; two bitesize raspberry meringues, sandwiched together with a tangy raspberry jam; and lastly, my favourite, a pistachio macaroon, which housed a boozy cherry of sorts.

It was EPIC, and for £40 without service charge, I thought it was actually quite good value. They also do gluten free and vegan options for those with dietary requirements, so no one has to miss out.

After this, I knew that my other planned tea would never be able to compete, but with the addition of a spa treatment, it made for an equally special day out. As a belated birthday present for my mum, I had booked an 'Afternoon Delight' package for the two of us at Montpellier Chapter in Cheltenham. For £35 each, a steal if you ask me, we were greeted with a pot of herbal tea, and invited to make use of the steam room and relaxation room - generously stocked with current magazines, water, dried fruit and nuts, and samples of the skincare they use. A good 45 minutes later, we each went off for our treatments; you can choose from any of their 30 minute options, my mum went for a rejuvenating facial, whilst I, after much deliberation, chose a bespoke back massage. As it turns out, I've got a few knots around my shoulders, and despite the girl being quite young and petite, she sure did a sterling job, even in just half an hour. Oh, and my mum's facial was so good that she almost fell asleep, and has been raving about how her skin has felt ever since.

Following that, we went into the bar/conservatory area for our afternoon tea, which, quite controversially, we had with coffee because we needed a pick me up after all that pampering. Delicate finger sandwiches, all crustless and uniform; cucumber, smoked salmon and cream cheese, and ham and wholegrain mustard. A modest sultana scone, which we dolloped an almost obscene amount of clotted cream and strawberry jam on - I still can never decide which order they should be applied. Then a selection of classic's; an eclair, a miniature tea loaf, an individual victoria sponge, and a fruit tart filled with the richest vanilla custard.

As Goldilocks might say, it was just right.