I'd heard things about the food in the White Swan in Fetter Lane but we were in the bar not the restaurant and when we finally got around to ordering, the interesting menu had been reduced to one option - sausages and mash. Well I'm hardly going to complain too much about that but unfortunately I found the pork and leek sausages and mustard mash a little lack lustre. The sausages were meaty and a very firm texture so you could pleasingly cut them carefully into perfect slices but just didn't seem to taste of that much. I couldn't really identify the mustard in the mash either. Though perhaps I'm being harsh, I’d had a seriously long and tiring day and possibly my taste buds had gone to sleep. I would really like to revisit the White Swan and try the restaurant. It all looked very promising and I'm not sure the Hobson's choice menu and my extreme fatigue did the place justice. I did take a picture of my plate of comfort food but unfortunately only on my camera phone and so far it doesn't seem to want to relinquish it. I've been assured it can but when I try the screen goes all Cyrillic on me – that can’t be right!
EATS, COOKS & BLOGS
The random ramblings of a self confessed foodie diva gathering all tasty morsels of food related trivia and regurgitating them for your delectation.
Less of a weblog more of a grublog!
Bon appetit!
"Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are"
"Ask not what you can do for your country, Ask what's for lunch" - Orson Welles
"When you feast, devour it all" - Tolstoy
Food, like a loving touch or a glimpse of divine power, has that ability to comfort.
Enchant, stay beautiful and graceful, but do this, eat well. Bring the same consideration to the preparation of your food as you devote to your appearance. Let your dinner be a poem, like your dress.
I wish you a merry Christmas, I wish you a merry Christmas, I wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well
Cooking is like love, it should be entered into with abandon or not at all
Here's to another year of eating fabulously!
They dined on mince, and slices of quince, which they ate with a runcible spoon
Bear in mind that you should conduct yourself in life as at a feast
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat
'tis the season to be jolly, tra la la la la... la la la la
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose...
Dine we must and we may as well dine elegantly as well as wholesomely
Full of mellow fruitfulness
Melting in your mouth and not in your hand!
Eating the Big Apple, one bite at a time
(Not always about mash!)
It's tasty, tasty very very tasty! It's very tasty!
I'd heard things about the food in the White Swan in Fetter Lane but we were in the bar not the restaurant and when we finally got around to ordering, the interesting menu had been reduced to one option - sausages and mash. Well I'm hardly going to complain too much about that but unfortunately I found the pork and leek sausages and mustard mash a little lack lustre. The sausages were meaty and a very firm texture so you could pleasingly cut them carefully into perfect slices but just didn't seem to taste of that much. I couldn't really identify the mustard in the mash either.
Though perhaps I'm being harsh, I’d had a seriously long and tiring day and possibly my taste buds had gone to sleep. I would really like to revisit the White Swan and try the restaurant. It all looked very promising and I'm not sure the Hobson's choice menu and my extreme fatigue did the place justice. I did take a picture of my plate of comfort food but unfortunately only on my camera phone and so far it doesn't seem to want to relinquish it. I've been assured it can but when I try the screen goes all Cyrillic on me – that can’t be right!
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