Launceston Place

I have to say, walking down Launceston Place and the preceding streets, one cannot help but gaze dreamily at what can only be described as a lovely, pretty neighbourhood. Of course, any desires of wanting to settle down in a cottage in one of the dreamy mews are soon dashed as reality comes kicking in far too soon. Nevertheless, I wasn’t there to house hunt or even dream of house hunting. A last minute decision to meet a fellow tweeter ended up in my arriving at the D&D restaurant, Launceston Place. It’s head chef, Tristan Welch, of Great British Menu fame presiding over one of the groups, alleged, ‘better’ restaurants.

What strikes you about the restaurant is  the very strange size, shape and layout – one has to see it to understand. The menu itself, seemed seasonal and its wording came across rather tantalisingly. As it turns out, the pleasantries of the food are limited only to its words..

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Crisps
Partridge
Lamb

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The little nibble of crisps tied together by ribbon was about the extent of the funkiness of the place. These were followed by sour dough bread and pickled herrings, which comprised the best part of the meal! My starter of Hot smoked grey leg partridge, oats and whisky looked like someone had plated it blindfolded with their left foot. Apart from looking washed out, the taste buds experienced a very flat, dull 10 minutes with this dish. Roast lamb with sea and Cheltenham beetroot, salsa verde fared better, but only ever so slightly. It still looked as though someone had mixed all the ingredients in the pan and turned it all out on the plate. The sea beet salsa verde along with the Cheltenham beetroot saved this dish by a whisper.

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Lemon Posset
Souffle
Madelines

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Ah, at last, something decent. A Lemon Possett that our waitress described as Lemon Glaze. Yes, I had that strange look on my face too. My Chocolate souffle and Laphroaig ice cream was a laugh – well, the souffle was technically perfect and tasted of cocoa powder. The ice cream, however, was a disgrace to its name. A very cold whipped cream is what it was at its best, and within 3 minutes it melted to its original state of liquid mess. As for the the Madelines, they were merely balls of dough with unsweetened whipped cream.

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From what I hear, such experiences at Launceston Place are rather the order of the day. Well, maybe when I’ve won the lottery and move into the neighbourhood, there would be something worth making a trip to for a bit of real fine dining.

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Overall Experience: 5
Food:5
Recommend you go: 4
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