
Tonight’s board.
Fifteen things that weren’t here yesterday and mostly won’t be tomorrow. The fish came up from the day boat this morning, the beef was hung 45 days ago, the veg was in the ground at dawn. When it’s gone, it’s gone.

Bavette, hung 45 days.
Dan had two bavettes off a Longhorn heifer this week and we took both. It’s a working muscle, so it wants the hottest part of the grill for four minutes a side and a long rest on the hearth. We slice it against the grain and serve it pink. Ask for it well done and we’ll do it, but we’ll ask you once.

Mackerel, off the day boat.
Landed at Brixham last night, in the van by 2am, on the counter by eight. Mackerel goes straight over the coals whole: the skin blisters, the fat runs, the flesh stays sweet. Gooseberries from the market garden cut through it. Eat it with your hands if you like.

Trousseau, from the Jura.
Pale enough to see through, sour cherry and forest floor, no oak to speak of. We serve it a little cool and it goes with the hogget, the mackerel and, oddly, the beetroot. By the glass until the case runs out; four bottles left on Thursday.

Come before it’s gone.
The board runs out from about eight. Book a table and get here early, or take your chances at the counter.
