They all know me in here.
If it’s done well – and it often is – nothing in the Mediterranean matches.
By Billy Brown
By Billy Brown
Now, those that know me well, know that the ‘bit of a foodie’ label is quite the understatement. I live and breathe the stuff! There isn’t much to know about food that I don’t know already. If I was being all British and self-deprecating for a moment, I might even describe myself as a ‘food bore’ (in the most endearing way, of course.) Putting all that aside, I finally took on their encouragement, and here it is, my first ‘foodie’ post – a restaurant review!
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I approached the Southbank Thames-front in the dwindling, grey-orange, April light.
Hunched, hands pocketed, as I pressed into a driving spring drizzle, and squinting blurred the glow from the riverside street lamps, I played out a fun little vignette in my head to keep myself entertained.
‘Ask.’
‘Ask what?’
‘No, that is the name of the restaurant we are going to, silly!’
And that is where I was headed – to ASK. A real favourite of mine. It’s an Italian restaurant situated just next to the Royal Festival Hall. Its simple title the very essence of all philosophy. Its philosophy being one that upholds the virtues of freshness and culinary brilliance. Truly one of London’s best kept secrets when it comes to fine dining on a budget, and a great place to do my first review.
I was greeted at the door by a young man called Graham. I hadn’t seen him there before but noticed the name on his badge. He dutifully took my coat as I shuffled my feet dry on the mat.
I gestured for a table for one (my partner was staying home tonight with a box set of DVDs, although she will be joining me on future excursions) and I was briskly chaperoned to a corner table, before being handed a menu.
Decisions, decisions!
After having been given what I would consider a reasonable amount of time to peruse the list of delicious foods on offer – I’m indecisive – a beautiful, dark haired young waitress came over to take my order.
To set up my appetite I ordered calamari. For those of you who haven’t tried calamari before, it is a type of squid ring, battered and deep fried, and it tastes lovely! It’s pretty much always my ‘go to guy’ starter-wise, simply because it spans so many genres.
I paired it up with some garlic bread. A simple choice, but where better to enjoy it than in an Italian restaurant?
For a main course I picked out the delicious ‘chicken arrabiata’ – another favourite of mine – and being aware that red wine does not go well with fish or white meat, I paired that up with a large glass of crisp Pinot Grigio.
At this point, after handing back the menu and having time on my own to reflect, I feel it opportune to discuss with you readers the ambience of the establishment in question. It’s an oft-overlooked part of the dining experience and perhaps somewhat hard to define, but I know what it is.
Whatever it is, ASK has it. In spades. It’s fantastic – all chit-chat, sanded wood, uncovered bulbs, modern vintage and the welcoming bustle of many a satisfied diner enjoying their food. Even as a self-confessed foodie, I have to admit it’s the communal aspect of dining – the sharing – that makes it all worthwhile.
The calamari arrived not long after my wine did. Still sizzling and well presented on a small plate, it was served with two wedges of lemon – a nice touch!
I squeezed the lemon onto the calamari – the citrus brings out the flavour of the fish – and tucked in. Delicious! Absolutely lovely. Dare I say possibly the best I’ve ever had.
My ‘companion’ starter, the garlic bread, arrived about ten minutes later. It was also very well presented with a herb garnish but was a touch cold and decidedly stale. It was still, regardless of that, delicious, and I ate every bit.
The time for main came along (it always does!) but at the very moment it arrived at the table, I realised I wasn’t in the mood for chicken at all, and as a foodie it’s always crucial to hunger for what is set before you.
‘Excuse me, I’m sorry, I always do this, but I really don’t want the chicken arrabiata anymore. May I exchange it for something else, please?’
The waiter (it was Graham this time) was completely fine with my change of heart and cheerfully took down a new order for my different choice of main course. Spaghetti bolognese, or ‘ragù alla bolognese’ as the locals call it. A true Italian classic. I complimented it by ordering a lovely glass of house red. When in Rome, eh? Or Bologna, even!
Game on! The bolognese arrived looking just as it should – steaming and heaped on the plate, the stringy twists of the spaghetti smothered with the rich, meaty, tomato sauce.
Just before I went to tuck in, the waitress (the beautiful one, again) produced what was definitely the most enormous pepper grinder I have ever seen in my life. I felt like a resident of Lilliput as I sat at the table – that thing towering over me. She ground me out a fair dose until I signalled halt. I like spice as much as the next man but I had a review to do and didn’t want to let any of the subtler flavours get crowded out!
First to the pasta. How was it cooked? The Italians use a term called ‘al dente’, which means the pasta is cooked just so, and this batch certainly was. The meat sauce was also delicious, with just the right combination of garlic and basil (the Italians have always been big on their basil.) I also detected the flavour of olives in the meal. Very delicious. I couldn’t fault it and leant back in my chair once every last morsel was gone. Satisfied. Satiated, even.
Time for the bill. It all came to a perfectly reasonable £25, including the price of the two glasses of wine that I had earlier enjoyed. I decided not to leave a tip – I often don’t for some reason, but overall top marks! I’ll be back soon.
It had stopped raining so I rounded the evening off with an enjoyable quick stroll back across the river to Charing Cross. Until next time, fellow foodies.
By Billy Brown