3.5 stars. I feel mean already giving this place 3 stars, but I have to take into account my mum's opinion, too. And if the old girl isn't happy, I'm not happy!
Anyway, I've only been here once, and that was after 10pm on a depressing night just off a flight home from Spain. We were staying in Tara Lodge for the night and the obliging fellow on the desk recommended Scalini's for a bite to eat. Rather perplexingly, I'd suggested we go to Villa Italia (which I'd heard was good) but desk man said he didn't rate it much and sent us here instead, which is strange because I've learned they're owned by the same people? Hmm.
It was after 10pm when we arrived and I was worried we were too late, but the brisk lady who seated us said it'd be okay but she'd need to take our orders very quickly. We were seated down the front in full view of the pizza oven and there were enticing smells all around. The atmosphere felt very nice, intimate, flowers on table, little checked tablecloths, lots of plants and wood and, uhh, flagstones and vinery... look, decor isn't my strong point, it was just very pleasant I thought! It was a cold night, especially just getting home from the heat, so we went for the soup, and I'd have happily chowed down on a main course too, but my old mum was tired and just wanted the soup and a dessert, so I bowed to that with grumbling stomach.
Soup arrived in a lovely little deep dish with a beautiful slice of homemade olive and onion bread, not sure what type, I'm clueless about my ciabattas and focaccias, but it was tasty thickly buttered. The soup itself was absolutely gorgeous. Butternut squash and carrot. Seriously stupendous soup and I'm not a great soup-lover, but we both took a gulp and audibly mmm'd in pleasure. Hot and flavoursome and clearly made with oodles of cream. An absolute delight. I could have eaten 3 bowls, but admittedly I am a pig.
Then on to the main event (for me) the pudding! Oh my, the dessert menu was a work of art, or sounded that way anyway. After drowning in my own anticipatory drool while I struggled to choose, I finally opted for Caramello della Nonna, which sounded right up my pre-diabetic alley. A light toffee sponge served warm with caramel sauce and honeycomb ice cream. Oh yes please. Mum opted for the profiteroles which were described on the menu as filled with cream and served with chocolate sauce and nuts. And here we come to the twist in the tale. The desserts arrived promptly and I must say this: the Caramello della Nonna (sticky toffee pudding taken to another level, really) has to be one of the most -divine- things I have ever put in my mouth. And there's been plenty of those. No hyperbole, my fellow pudding fanatics, this was greatness in a (regrettably shallow) bowl. A lush, moist, flavoursome toffee sponge that was warm and not too burnt-toffee-ish, just light and golden, with a lukewarm puddle of caramel sauce pooled around it, and a single gorgeous scoop of honeycomb icecream meltingly nestled atop its spongy contours. I took one mouthful and had to physically restrain myself from instantly ordering another bowl, because the pig in me (like there's any other part) knew that the portion size just wasn't adequate to the taste experience. And that's my only personal complaint: it was rather meanly sized. A small square of sponge, a little bit of sauce and a small scoop of ice cream. I can't quibble with the masterpiece that was the pudding itself, but for £5 per pudding it would have been nice to have a bit more of it (she said greedily!). I can certainly understand why they ration it out, though, as it's very popular and most folks seem to order it, so they know it'll sell out however stingily it's served. Unfortunately I was too much of a socially self-conscious wuss to order another bowl, I just sat there trying to not-too-obviously clean the bowl with my little finger.
So what am I whining about here, you ask? Well in the midst of my gastronomic nirvana, I still couldn't help but notice that mum wasn't quite as enthused. Her profiteroles arrived, and no stinginess there, I must add, there were about 4-5 large profiteroles on the plate, positively drowned in thick chocolate sauce and lots of chopped nuts. Looked gorgeous. The problem is, there was no fresh cream inside! They were filled with custard! You know that whipped custard/confectioners' cream? Yep, that stuff. The menu had said cream, but it wasn't fresh cream, which is a little sneaky methinks. It might seem like a luxurious alternative, but it didn't work. I tried a bit of them and found the whole thing very sickly indeed. The custard itself had no real flavour and the sauce (in the absence of cream) was very sticky and cloying. Mum wasn't happy and left most of it. With tip it was £20 for two soups and two sweets. Fine by me if mum had been happy - bit steep when she wasn't. Shame! read more