While the hotel itself was just renovated in 2007 somehow the décor felt much more dated, the restaurant included. That said, its carbon-dating happened to be from a period (mid-century) that I fancy, so I really shouldn’t complain. And as for service it’s a tad slow, but friendly.
Now on to the vittles. First, let’s start with lunch, because that was the first meal I ate here, and by meal I mean mountain… of shrimp. I believe they call it a sandwich on the menu, but I assure you it’s a mountain. So much to that I defy anyone to reach bread inside of five bites straight down. It’s served open face and I’m guessing that somewhere in the fathoms below lurks a crouton, or something. Hard to tell through the heaps of baby shrimp. But was it good, you ask? It was just okay. The proportions, as you can imagine, were way off.
As for dinner, they fared much better. The veal tartar starter, for example, was quite good, accompanied by bits of pickled pumpkin which truly made the dish.
The mushroom pasta was also good, but a bit heavier than one might expect from a veggie dish, so dieters beware.
And last but not least, the blackberry sorbet is, well… it’s blackberry sorbet. It’s not like anyone does cartwheels over blackberry sorbet, but it hit the spot as a refreshing closer to a solid meal.