Thursday 4 March 2010

Flashes of Brilliance from the Tasting Menu at Launceston Place

Launceston Place Exterior

We arrived at Launceston Place eager to indulge in a feast of imaginative food and a trough of fantastic wine and we weren’t disappointed. Having read various glowing and negative reviews on a range of blogs we were keen to judge Launceston Place for ourselves. What we found was that it is like a bit like Theo Walcott – frequent flashes of brilliance but occasional slip ups that mean that people are divided about whether he deserves higher honours.


Devilled crisps

We started with a glass of Roederer Champagne and some dainty devilled crisps sitting under a futuristic fibre-optic chandelier that had a touch of Dr. Who about it. It was very hard to resist the deluxe wine pairing menu from our charming sommelier who certainly isn’t called Sue Mellier (for full chat about the wines see "Steamed Off Labels")

We were seated next to a very camp man in jeans and a beanie who spent the next 45 minutes shrieking and aurally assaulting the rest of the restaurant whilst seemingly charming his two female friends. Whilst we were trying to ignore the amateur dramatics on the table next to us we were treated to a wonderful show from our waitress who was about to emphatically present us with the wine list – but as she was handing over the folder the sommelier saw the imminent mistake, slunk over, and gently snatched it from our waitresses grasp, leaving her dry, high and speechless. Seconds later she recovered and asked if we’d like some water. Then a waiter sauntered over and presented us with some more devilled crisps and set about explaining what they were in minute detail even though we’d already been through this whilst having our champagne. And at the end of the meal when we asked the last remaining senior waiter what he thought of the food he tied himself in knots and then explained that he hadn’t yet tried any of the dishes yet. I know these are minor points, but what is captures is the fact that almost all of the service is slick, professional and engaging. But every so often it falls flat.

But enough prattle about service. We’d come here for a feast, not an HR workshop.


What we described amongst ourselves as a cauliflower cappuccino laced with heady truffled oil kick started the meal impressively. It was texturally like drinking aerated double cream, but because of the cauliflower it felt as virtuous as a whole box of Sanatogen.

Scallop with Seashore Herbs

A single scallop adorned with seashore herbs arrived next. Being the inquisitive bunch that we were, we asked our waiter what the herbs were and were told that he didn’t know. This brought another waiter over who claimed it was the chefs secret. Fair enough. But when we asked Tristan Welch later he laughed it off and told us that they changed depending on what they had in but that ours included Alexanders and sea purslane. The scallop was beautifully soft and tasted not only of itself but of its naturally surroundings. They cook the scallop whilst still attached to the shell by searing it in a pan. The shell acts as a natural lid and it gets steamed in its own juices. Outstanding stuff, that was well matched with some Austrian Riesling.

Venison Tartar

Venison tartare emerged next along with a glass of Saint-Joseph. I’ve had a very similar dish recently in Gothenburg, but this one blew it out of its Baltic water. It was my favourite dish. Partly because of the way it connected us emotionally with the chef, whose wife is Scandinavian, but also because it engaged me with my forthcoming home. The meat was glossy, deeply flavoured and enhanced by the yellow mayonnaise, slithers of shallot and walnut dust which resembled breadcrumbs. The soft boiled quail’s egg added a sensual gloss to an exceptional dish. A glass of Saint-Joseph was a perfect match. I could swear the woodiness of the nut dust was actually in the wine.

Mini Stargazy Pie

A mini stargazey pie was an impressive looking little dish. But whilst we loved the presentation, perfect pastry and general idea, the overall experience was less than the sum of its parts. We enjoyed it but the wow was more visual than gustatory.


Perfectly pink lamb kissed with the finest jus, straddled by some lamb crackling and flanked by a salt roasted potato arrived next to both ahhhs and ooohs. The lamb itself was some of the best I’ve ever had. It was utopic. But the crackling didn’t crackle. It was extremely tasty, but, sadly was limp. What a shame. Ever since we’d seen the words “lamb crackling” on the menu we’d been dying to try it. Unfortunately that wasn’t the only problem.


The solitary potato that was presented to us in a salty bag may have been a nice idea. But it doesn’t work. It looks ugly. And was so salty it spoiled the whole dish. Which was a massive shame. I like the idea of the kitchen “showing its working” but only when it tastes good.

Waldorf martini


A deconstructed Waldorf Salad in a martini glass cleansed our salty palettes and lead us in to the cheese course which allowed us to have a very nice glass of sweet sherry before we were treated to a very disappointing pre-dessert.

Tangerine Sorbet

Served in the same glass hemisphere as the excellent cauliflower cappuccino this clementine sorbet with valrhona chocolate was simply unpleasant. I won’t dwell on it, except to say that it weirdly achieved what it set out to do like a “forlorn hoper” in a Sharpe episode. Namely it made us love the real dessert.

Rice Pudding Souffle with Raspberry Ripple Ice Cream

Raspberry Ripple Ice Cream

And so to the best dessert I’ve had for ages. A rice pudding soufflé with raspberry ripple ice cream. Sheer, unadulterated genius. The soufflé was fluffy and textured with soft, creamy pudding rice that was penetrated with rapidly softening raspberry ripple ice cream. We adored this dish and almost applauded.

The main technical difficulty, which they have overcome, is to get a soufflé mixture made with rice to rise consistently and become airy. But they’ve achieved it spectacularly.

This was a phenomenal finale which was capped off by a visit to see Tristan Welch in his lively and banterful kitchen. He was extremely friendly and eager to hear what we thought as well as to share his stories about learning to use twitter and cook at the same time!

It was a very special meal that left us feeling seriously impressed by Tristan Welch’s frequent flashes of brilliance. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a decadent treat that I’d love to repeat. It bore all the hallmarks of someone who is trying extremely hard to prove themselves – and like anyone who is pushing boundaries and reaching for the stars, the occasional mistake creeps in. But in making these slip ups, it shows they are really trying. And whilst this might seem perverse, I’d rather see a chef really go for it and slip up once or twice, than play it safe. That’s why we loved El Bulli and L’enclume so much.

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Darth Pedant said...

ey guys - I was looking for a crispy pork belly recipe, chanced across your blog and an hour later, I am still reading. You write so well - my mouth is watering even after a delicious dry-aged steak.

You've not got any experiences in Kent! Well can I recommend Topes in Rochester - a simply stunning restaurant owned by a man of confidence and passion, and one of my favourites - and I travel a LOT more than you guys!!

You should also try Kits Coty, our local restaurant just to see how utterly shite a so-called gastronomic centre can be. Just woeful.

Also recommend Cochin Marine in Tunbridge - sublime Keralan food. And you should take a trip to the royal native oyster stores for boiled crab and oyster stout.

More power to your elbow - a great blog!

lou said...

Fab review, i think you got Tristan down to a T. Saw him cook the pudding on Market kitchen and thought it looked fabulous then, in fact printed out the recipe from, should I dare to give it a go!

Laissez Fare said...

Sounds about right - flashes of brilliance, but not totally consistent. I like his food and his creativity, but as per my review (, thought the service was mixed at best and we did have one total dud of a dish. I do really wish them well though because there is serious potential there.

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Paunchos said...

@Darth Pedant - I am delighted you have found m blog. And thanks for saying such lovely things. You've made my weekend. We'll definitely try your suggestions out, although may give the crap one a miss! Life is too short to deliberately have bad meals!

@Louise - Thanks very much. Very pleased you agree with my take on it. Definitely try to make the pudding. It's ace.

@Laissez-Faire - Sounds like we had a very similar experience. I read your review too.

Nic said...

That dessert looks fantastic. Would like to try and make the soufflé.
Best of luck with your move to Sweden!

Paunchos said...

@Nicisme - Souffle was fantastic. I think there is a recipe online somewhere. And thanks for the good luck!

Hollow Legs said...

I went to Launceston Place early 2008 and I loved it then, but it seems a shame they had the service (and dishes) slip-ups. Still, that venison tartare looks gorgeous.

Paunchos said...

@Lizzie - It was a very good meal indeed. But just needed a touch more finesse. It had some amazing moments.

gastrogeek said...

Gosh what an absolute feast! Shame about the nutter at the next table.

Paunchos said...

@Gastrogeek - luckily the nutter buggered off pretty swiftly. If he'd stayed all night I would have either had to have left or assaulted him with a particularly sharp scallop shell.

Just Cook It said...

A rice pudding souffle? That's inspired. Very clever cooking indeed

Paunchos said...

@Just Cook It - Inspired indeed. Super tasty.


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