It's
been a while since I did a restaurant review, mainly because (a) I
don't eat out much these days, (b) when I do I can only manage one plate
and MAYBE a dessert, and (c) I'm getting on in years and going out is
more faff than it's worth. But I did visit one establishment recently
with Cracklin' Rosie* and Mr Greenfingers which was so good I felt it
warranted dusting off the old blog.
* so named in homage to her magnificent Sunday roast pork.
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Tiger used to be called The Open and for reasons lost in the mists of time had the rear end of a pig sticking out of its front window. I reviewed it many years ago. It has always done fusion cuisine, back then it was Italian-Thai, now it's a kind of Pan-Asian-Belgian-Italian. The pig has flown, and the decor is more modern, with a huge Japanese mural on one wall.
I must confess to having been teetotal for the past several months, partly by choice - just gone off the taste of wine - but ultimately on doctor's orders. So while Rosie and Mr G sipped on their Apérol Spritz and G&T, I had a virgin basil smash mocktail, which was surprisingly delicious.
We went for two starters each. To start Mr G had scampi tempura with sriracha mayo and teriyaki, and Rosie had a beetroot carpaccio with fresh mint, shallots, coriander, lime, nuoc-mam and fried onions. I had a chicken karaage, Korean style sesame fried chicken bites drizzled with spicy gochujang honey and spring onions, To follow Mr G had a duck curry panang, I had a beef carpaccio "Bò Tái Chanh”, the same dressing as Rosie's beetroot dish, while she eschewed the charms of the orient and demolished a classic smashed burger with chips on the side.
I still miss the pig's bum though.
