This post has encountered a few hitches along the way.
Number One: It is about 4 months tarde.
Number Two: I lost my phone for 2 months in-between eating and writing this post, so the photos have since been lost. iCloud conspired against me and all. So you’ll have to use your imagination for this post. Which is tiresome, I know.
Fear not though, as I did write this the old fashioned way on the train home from bath when I did make the trip to Blunos, so the words are as fresh as the fish we were served. So here’s my take on Blunos: From Water to Waiter (in a matter of hours).
Given the proximity of Bath to Bristol, it’s trip I often make, but the food scene there has always seemed slightly disheartening. This is a mix of unfortunate experiences at the places that make the food headlines there, such as Chequers, but equally my own lack of insider knowledge. Blunos however, has shown me the light. Maybe it’s the magnificent moustache on the 90’s cooking star that lured me to his new establishment, or the whispers of greatness that drifted around it’s opening. Whatever it was, a rare saturday off combined with some crisp October sunshine meant and trip to Bath was on the cards and Blunos was quickly booked. Sunshine which once inside Blunos was sadly quite elusive.
Blunos is slightly off the beaten track, which is bonus for me, as it meant I could explore and escape the crowds which I often associate with weekends in the historic city. The restaurant itself though is rather bizarre. With few indications of the best way to get there, we wandered through the car park of the hotel it is within, past some aluminium garden furniture strewn across a paved area… Where we then found a ‘tunnel’ style entrance, taking us away from the stunning view, into a window-less room. The lack of natural sun-light and dedication to synthetic materials and colours was somewhat frustrating in a restaurant that prides itself on fresh fish and local produce. Any indications of it being in Bath were absent, and you could easily be inside a dodgy London establishment that self confesses itself as ‘modern’ or ‘metropolitian’. The lurid orange and lime with metallic highlights combined with school white board with today’s special all combines to create something unimpressive.
Photo credit: Left: Western Daily Press, Right: Trip Advisor
Let’s skip along to the food…
To start, well, it started excellently, with the moustached man himself presenting us with wafter thin bread crisps and mackerel pate, as well as a whole mini loaf of crusty bread (complete with engraved heafty bread knife). So as far as starters go, those which combine free things, and the appearance of 90s star chefs, are usually some of the better.
To start properly I had D.I.Y smoked salmon Bellinis. With the perfect little rounds of Bellini tucked in a warn napkin bed. Shallots and capers to sprinkle, cream cheese to spread. Yes. This was The One. And, MASSIVE. OK, so the A’la Carte isn’t cheap by any means, but we weren’t given any ‘delicate’ portions. We were given real sized amounts.
Speedy impression of the starter – to get an idea of the size and cute-ness. Does it come through?
We both had perfectly cooked fish (Salmon and Monkfish). Both dishes were simple but executed brilliantly and to an extremely high standard.
I know i’m skipping over the mains, but how our meal started and ended made it so notable. (Other than the general great food.) And this meal ended with a Signature Egg. A fun, creamy and fruity end to the meal. The sweet cinnamon ‘toast’ soldiers and ‘pepper’ completed this. And managed the impressive task of being stylish and silly at the same time. This is usually given to guests as a pre-dessert, so fear not if you don’t see it on the menu.
This photo got saved in iCloud-gate…
Maybe I shouldn’t focus too much on interior design. But no matter how great the food is, it should be remembered that you have to sit in their for the whole meal, even when there isn’t food there to distract you. So make it somewhere people want to sit, and want to come back to. Oh but come back I would. Despite it’s resonably high price tag, it was delicious, so yes, I would. I’d make the trip to Bath again and again for this hidden gem. But I’d sit in the car-park.