Rock and I have spent most of our morning wandering along the river near the cotswold town of Malmesbury. We are off to The Potting Shed in Crudwell for lunch.
Rock is not feeling that hungry and she opts for the rabbit and pistachio terrine with raspberry jelly, toast and watercress. However, as usual, I am ready for something more substantial. The confit pork belly with swede mash, apple sauce, cavolo nero and mustard jus looks like it could fit the bill.
The food arrives and, as expected, the amount of food on my plate is far greater than the starter that Rock has ordered. She may not be that hungry but she does want it to be enjoyable. The raspberry jelly is very sweet and the two tiny sprigs of watercress just dress the plate. I am far happier with my dish – a decent piece of pork belly, good crackling, beautiful jus and even the slightly rustic mash tastes good.
To be fair to The Potting Shed, they did ask several times if the food was OK and Rock says she is disappointed. They offer her a free dessert and, when she declines, they do not charge us for coffee.
We’ve been to The Potting Shed several times and it is usually very good. This time our feelings are a little mixed but we are impressed with their willingness to try and keep us happy.