







The menu is presented to you on a tablet or projected onto the wall. This causes some issues when the projector inexplicably cuts out and a different menu from the day before appears, but for the most part it is a simple, obvious system that reduces paper wastage.










I needn't have worried myself. I ordered the catchbox fish dish, which on this day happened to be some unfortunate cod that had swum into the nets, with greens and a light butter dressing. It was divine, and I do not say this lightly. It was served with seaweed mash, steamed leeks and capers. I actually had to ask what one of the ingredients was as I had never heard of it before. Turns out it is a cousin to broccoli (which I detest, but in this dish was wolfed down). The flavor combinations were subtle and delicate, and, (to quote a phrase I am not particular fond of as it is ridiculously hipster, but in this situation it absolutely applies), the entire dish left you feeling clean afterwards. Every single element on the plate had a purpose and it just came together in a medley of magnificence.

In addition to the restaurant is the bakery where we pick up cakes for the train ride home later that day.







