On a recent catch up with my Mum, we were down at the port hanging out in bright sunshine and salt air, which had piqued our appetite. We
ambled over to the Bach, which has a reputation for good vegetarian nosh....but, was uninspiring with dated and stodgy cafe fare.
Then, something sparked in the grey matter and we remembered that Catch and Co do a great battered brocollini...something that may alarm regular fish and chip shop goers...but delighted me the last time I tried it. Also, they are cheaper than the Bach ( pricier than the regular chip shop), but have impeccably fresh fish and are worth paying a little extra for the detail and choices they provide.
So we decided on Catch and Co for lunch. 'Deep fried food for lunch!', you exclaim in horror?!? My general rule-of-thumb is that any reasonably healthy, self-respecting glutton can get away with a deep-fried 'blow-out' every once in a while and that week, we had some grease credits to spare. One of the best things about this eatery is that you have so many scenic choices to take your hot butcher-papered packages to eat. Plus, a brisk march down the coast walkway or up Paritutu Rock if any guilt or biliousness kicks in.
We waited in line to order at the counter after quite a few other patrons and were finally, politely greeted. I interrogated the friendly, portly server about a beet and haloumi burger on offer and satisfied, we ordered that, the brocollini, a half scoop, battered gurnard and coffees. Well, and with a sheepish grin... a treat that has obsessed me since childhood, an order of potato fritters. By now you will be aware that I am blissfully ignorant of concerns about hefty carbs smothered in fat, if it is the RIGHT dish. For anyone who scoffs and sneers at the humble potato fritter, (think of your liver, the calories etc) I can only describe the following delightful gustatory experience- as you wait for the pocky thing to cool down, you start to imagine it's revelations: First, the crunch of golden brown batter, like a bumpy, glistening reef of crunch, with flecks of sea salt balancing the fat load...then, the batter under it's crust, moist, savoury, slightly gummy with an addictive al dente resistance...finally, the sunny slice of potato itself...steamed to an essence of potato-ness....like the interior of a perfect baked potato....but naughtier...which is always nice. Add a squeeze of lemon and you have got yourself quite a dangerously good bite. After the imagining...the reality! And with more than a speck of irish blood I am defenceless against the many manifestations of potato...
Paid up, we then perched in the comfy exterior waiting area. Our flat whites arrived quickly, were suitable and sucked down with gusto. New Plymouth locals provided a nod to karma and entertainment as another waiting boffin we nicknamed 'Oil Baron' (Oh, bully to YOU sir, we are so, so impressed by how you make millions working for an evil, environment-despoiling corporation...) boasted endlessly about his world travels and was then loudly told off by unimpressed wifey for neglecting his elderly Mum, waiting in the car. Shortly after, our packages arrived and we decamped to the sparkling and working-class Ngamotu Beach foreshore...for a bench seat under a shading pohutukawa and vistas of paddlers and seagulls. I love the scent of sea air and hot chips steaming through paper as you settle in a spot. Every bite was perfect. Mum inhaled her fish and she does not suffer anything less than excellent in that department. I can taste the crisp brocollini with its vegetal succulence, dipped in generous garlicky aioli, now! My one complaint and only one, was that the sogginess of the beet burger defeated it's soft sesame bun, which dissolved slowly into the load of coleslaw. Maybe a nice brioche or something with a crust would hold up better? But there you go, wetness did not deter me and I was happy to shove wads of it in my gob as it deteriorated, regardless. Sweet and sour beet with salty halloumi is quite, quite good.
Thanks mightily Catch and Co, I look forward thumbing nutrition in the eye and stuffing myself again, next visit! read more