last supper
My in-laws came to visit last weekend, so we took the opportunity to go out on a dinner date before the baby comes (and meals become a) things that are still edible once they've gone cold and/or b) a relay race where the parent not tending to the crying child eats as quickly as possible before the newborn baton is passed.) We headed into Cambridge to Restaurant 22, for the first time in at least four years.
We both had roast pork belly with scallops to start, which was tasty but the pork needed slightly more cooking to render the "crackling" properly. For our mains, Paul had roast guinea fowl and I had pan fried plaice. Both were delicious and well cooked, and I got to taste guinea fowl for the first time (I thought it sort of tasted like flavourful chicken.) For dessert, I had the peanut butter parfait and Paul had the cheese plate. The parfait was a cylinder of peanut butter-flavoured ice cream which led me to question how it was a parfait, but it was light and gorgeous.
Although the food wasn't the best we've had, the evening itself was wonderful. We had a long, leisurely meal in a quiet, refined dining room. We took almost three hours to eat and savour our food; a rare treat when you're used to whipping up something quickly after work and eaten in front of the television. It was lovely to get dressed up and enjoy a sip of wine.
Let's do this again next year.
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