Category Archives: Food

Pan fried salmon fillet with garlic and chilli oil served with parsley and new potatoes

10 minutes from fridge to plate. So easy I’m not even going to bother telling you how to do it. Infusing your own olive oil is one of the cheapest, easiest and damn right most delicious things you can ever do.



Sole – Fishy Tapas in the Rainy City

Sole has become one of Manchester’s most talked about new restaurants having opened up in a quiet back street of the Northern Quarter a few months ago. Big things have been said about this small place, so I was very excited about trying it out. Even more so as it was my birthday. Well, did it live up to such high expectations? Short answer: no. Long answer: keep on reading.

The rather bizarre experience began the week before we even walked through the front door. Having booked a table for 11, I was emailed a menu and asked to get everyone’s order before we arrived. A bit of a pain, sure, but with there being a large group of us I could sort of understand this, if they didn’t want to run out of anything. Fair enough. I spent the next week chasing people, only to be told the day before we were due to dine that the menu had changed and I’d wasted my time hassling my friends over razor clams. Not cool.

Now, on to the meal itself. Most of us opted for the grazing menu – which is a very keenly priced selection of dishes that each go for around the £6 mark – order two each and you’re nicely full. “#fishytapas” we called it. The food frankly didn’t live up to the hype and rave reviews that I’ve been hearing about. I ordered two dishes – mussles and chilli prawns. The mussles, while tasty weren’t anything particularly special and the waiting staff didn’t bring an extra bowl for the shells or lemon water to wash our hands with when done. This being a seafood restaurant you’d think they’d remember that. The chilli prawns they actually completely forgot about until I reminded the waiter, and when they did arrive were quite overcooked and had an overwhelming taste of burnt garlic. Now, for £6 a place I’m not going to argue too much as it does represent good value but considering the image of contemporary fine dining this restaurant is trying to create, the food just wasn’t up to scratch by a long way. If anything it was comparable to pretty decent home cooked suppers. Okay, but nothing too memorable.

Average food at a decent price is fine if the atmosphere and service are something to savour though, but sadly for Sole this is where things get a bit worse. They forgot the wine, forgot one of my dishes and then tried to charge us £12 for bread we didn’t order and were told was complimentary. Add to that the rather sterile atmosphere and surly waiting staff, and I probably won’t be returning in a hurry. I still had a great evening, but this was down to the company, and sadly not the food.

Food 6/10

Service 3/10

Patatas Bravas with smokey Chorizo & Garlic and Parsley Crostini

A delicious Spanish inspired dish that  is absolutely marvellous. Gorgeous slowly cooked smokey sausage with a big punch of chilli that goes great with the deep flavour of the garlic and sweet red onions and tomatoes. Served with crispy sautéed potatoes and slices of olive ciabatta, toasted and topped with home made garlic and parsley butter. I had a nice glass of full bodied Spanish Tempranillo with it – beyond gorgeous. Tempranillo is a great wine to serve with rustic spicy dishes like this. Its robust, smokey yet sweet and stands up to strong flavours, and is low in tannins.


Home made lasagne with cherry tomato and watercress salad.

My previous post highlighted how to make your own pasta. Well, here’s how to make something from that. Lasagne!

Serves 4

You’ll need:

  • 400g minced beef
  • 1 tin of good quality canned tomatoes
  • 1tbsp tomato puree
  • 2 cloves garlic
  • 1 onion
  • oregano
  • 1 glass of red wine
  • splash of worcester sauce
  • glug of olive oil
  • beef stock [or a stock cube –  I use Knorr stock pots if I don’t have any home made stock to hand]
  • butter
  • flour
  • milk
  • parmesan cheese

Start by adding the beef to a hot pan with a glug of olive oil. Fry off until it starts to brown. Add the chopped onions and fry for 5 mins, or until the onions start to brown. Add chopped garlic and fry for another 5 mins. Deglaze with red wine and add tomato puree. Cook for a minute or two and add the canned tomatoes [remember to swish out the can with a splash of water and add to the sauce for extra tomatoey-ness!]. Add a splash or worcester sauce and season with black pepper. Add the beef stock. Stir, cover and cook on a low heat for 2 hours, stirring every 30 mins and adding water if needed. Seriously, the longer you leave it the better it gets, so no rushing this, ok?

While thats cooking, you can make the white sauce. Start by melting some butter in a pan and adding an equal amount of flour. Cook the roux for a couple of minutes and slowly add milk, whisking constantly. Keep doing this until you have a thick sauce that coats the back of a spoon. Remove from the heat and melt in a handful of grated strong cheese [A comte, gruyere or even a vintage cheddar is good].

Now to assemble the lasagne. In a large baking dish place your home made pasta sheets, covered by a layer of the meat sauce, then a layer of the white sauce. Repeat until the dish is almost full. Finally sprinkle generously with grated parmesan and place in a preheated 200 degree oven for about 20 mins or until the top is golden brown. Leave to stand for about 10 mins [make the salad!] then dig in. And have seconds.


Chicken pie [mmm, pies…]

I’m not one for following recipes. Its not that I’m a snob or have a mad amount of confidence in my own culinary genius [I’ll leave that for others to decide], its just that I like to play around and make things up myself, I own a grand total of two cookery books and frankly I can’t be arsed reading instructions. So, as a little experiment I decided I was going to follow a recipe, to the letter, and see what happened. I had some chicken thighs in the fridge and fancied making a pie so I cracked open Heston Blumenthal’s delicious sounding recipe for chicken pie.

The result, after a lot [and I mean a lot] of faffing around all evening was pretty good. Personally I’d half the amount of mushrooms and leeks that the recipe instructs though – they overpowered the dish. I’d also be tempted to add a bit of cheese into the sauce for extra deliciousness. Everyone loves cheese. Basically, next time I’ll stick to my own recipe. Sorry Heston. Close, but no banana.

N.B – His method of ‘low and slow’ cooking of the meat does produce really tender and tasty chicken though. What a G.

The Marble Arch

The Marble Arch pub on Rochdale Rd, just on the fringes of Manchester’s Northern Quarter is a real institution. Famous for its artisan real ales and onsite brewery as much as its drop dead gorgeous Victorian architecture, the pub also boasts an impressive food menu. I’ve been meaning to try the Marble Arch’s fayre for ages now, and now I have I can firmly say that my meal here has to be one of the finest I have tried anywhere in the city (ranging from the delicious cheap eats of the Rice & 3 merchants through to the fine dining experience of Michael Caines @ Abode).

The Marble Arch’s menu is firmly in the best of British tradition – a great selection of timeless classics including full roasts, pies, fish & chips and burgers, as well as an inspired speciality cheese selection. The prices are more on the restaurant end, but completely worth it and, given the quality of ingredients, practically a bargain. I had the rib eye steak and chips, served with grilled mushrooms and tomato and very impressive mushroom and peppercorn sauce. The steak was cooked to utter perfection, the chips were a beautifully golden and crispy, and the sauce was to die for. Everything was clearly made fresly from scratch The sauce in fact was the real star of the show – a complex blend of various kinds of mushrooms, brandy, cream, garlic and no doubt various other ingredients that I’m not aware of. The perfectly cooked simplicity of a dish like this really shows the chef has some serious confidence and ability.

At £16.50 this is on the upper edge of the price bracket for pub grub, but had this been a £30 meal at a formal restaurant I wouldn’t have batted an eyelid – this is the kind of food that puts some of the region’s so-called fine-dining-cum-gastropub institutions to real shame.

The Great(ish) Kathmandu – West Didsbury

I’ve read so many good reviews and been recommended this place by so many people that I finally had to check it out. Going in through the doors of this tandoori Nepalese restaurant is like entering some kind of weird 70s time warp. The dodgy worn hotel style chairs, the ‘We accept travellers cheques’ sticker on the door (what exactly is a travellers cheque? I’ve still yet to figure it out), through to the brown decor, the whole place has a kind of creepy retro vibe. Upon entering, we were given our menus. The only word I can describe these menus as has to be epic. I mean, really, really big. I’ve never seen such a large and bonkers menu. Half the starters, for example are more expensive than most of the mains, and there’s about 6 pages of main courses, most of which sound so similar I was left scratching my head. Anyway, the poppadoms arrived, which was a nice break from the menu browsing, and wow, they were good. Really light, crispy and fresh with a selection of clearly homemade chutneys. A very nice surprise.

We ordered lamb chops, boti kebab, a dry chicken Nepalese curry, a tarka daal, some pilau rice and plain naan bread. The lamb chops were out of this word. So deliciously tender, full of flavour with a warm hit yet very fragrant. Winner. The boti kebab wasn’t frankly much to write home about, sadly. The mains were, again, a mixed bag – the chicken had a gorgeous ginger and onion hum and its charred flavour went well with the gorgeous fresh naan bread. The tarka daal sadly had a powdery texture, I suspect down to not cooking the spices off properly. The food, then, was a bit hit and miss. Great in parts (some of the best lamb chops of any kind I’ve ever had, anywhere) but a letdown in others (iffy daal).

Where this place really comes into its own though is the service. Seriously, I felt like any second a Nepalese Basil Fawlty was about to storm into the dining room, throw us out and kick the waiter up the arse. On one hand the waiter wouldn’t let me take a sip of water without topping up my glass, yet at the same time whipped away a plate of poppadom and chutney from under my nose while I clearly hadn’t finished. They also looked at me with a strange kind of suspicious grin when I wanted to pay by card. None of this annoyed me, I have to say. If anything I found it bizarre and frankly amusing, it kind of added to the strange atmosphere.

Some people rave about this place, and I can see why. I guess if you know what to order, and don’t mind the dodgy service, you can have a great meal. I’ll probably come again and stick to the chargrilled/tandor cooked dishes as this is clearly what they excel at.

The Great Khatmandu is located in West Didsbury, opposite the Metropolitan pub.