The second of an occasional feature here on the blog where I review local restaurants. This time it’s The Pigs Tale in Gorey, County Wexford.
WE spent a few days in Wexford last week, a last hurrah before the start of the new term. We lured the grandparents down for a couple of days to
babysit spend some time with their grandson and they were forced offered to take him for an evening so we could have a meal out.
They had barely made the offer when we thrust the child at them and skipped out the door, screeching away from the house at 100km an hour, lest they changed their minds.
It was a dull, cold rainy evening just before 7pm so as we stood shivering on the Main Street in Gorey we made a snap decision to go in to the first restaurant we saw, which happened to be The Pigs Tale.
“We’ll go in here,” said Yer Man pointing to the menu outside “it looks fancy, look, everything has an adjective.”
And he was right, there was lots of wilted, buttered, seared, crispy and thick going on and it all sounded delicious so up we went.
The restaurant is up a flight of stairs on the first floor, opening on to a large bright spacious room. After the chill of the evening it was warm and welcoming.
We were seated immediately despite not having a booking by a friendly (adjective alert) waiter. He almost gave us a heart attack though when he pulled up a spare chair to our table – we thought he was going to sit down with us in an ‘I’m your buddy, I’m your pal’ kind of way, but the crisis was averted when he put a blackboard containing the day’s specials on the chair instead.
Phew. There really is nothing I detest more than waiters who sit down with you at the table to take the order. Get away from me with your over familiarity!
He also gave us the a la carte menu and the Early Bird menu which we were just in time for. At €25.50 for three courses, we went for that.
I decided to have the chicken liver pate, while Yer Man went for the bruschetta to start. We both wanted the pork belly for main course and couldn’t wait to try it. The Pigs Tale rear their own free range pigs and make their own black pudding so we were in for a treat.
I also decided to have a glass of the home made blackberry-ade which arrived promptly served over ice and was tart and fruity and delicious.
Our starters arrived after a short wait, served on long slates. Sorry, I’m going to have to deduct points for that.
Ah lads. What’s wrong with plates? You remember plates, right? They have an edge on them where you can rest your knife and fork between mouthfuls. Unlike slates which are flush with the table so you’re pretty much putting your dirty cutlery directly onto the tablecloth.
Hipster slates notwithstanding, the starters were truly delicious. My generous portion of pate was soft and smooth and flavoursome accompanied by a chutney and beautifully dressed mixed leaves on homemade spelt bread. I could have eaten it all evening. I didn’t just eat it, I gorged myself, barely stopping for breath, moaning with pleasure. In fact, I’m almost sure the person at the next table said ‘I’ll have what she’s having.’
Yer Man’s bruschetta was fresh and light and tasty and he devoured every scrap. At one point he grunted at me ‘Can’t talk. Eating.’ So make of that what you will!
We took a breather before the next course which was just a feast for the eyes when it was presented. ON A PLATE! Yippeee!!
Melting, tender pork belly layered with smoky black pudding, with a crispy fluffy potato rosti, buttered crisp gorgeously green asparagus with spinach, a curl of pork crackling, and a little jug of gravy that I could have drunk by the bucket. It was gorgeous, no other word for it, both of us literally licked our plates. The crowd of Americans at the next table weren’t overly impressed with our table manners, but honestly, if you could have tasted that gravy you’d understand.
The dessert menu then arrived on another blackboard, but we were prepared for it this time and tried to be a bit cooler about it. I went for the lime cheesecake while Yer Man decided on the brownie.
The slates were back for dessert (seriously slates belong on the roof of a restaurant, not on the tables) but the desserts made up for it. My cheesecake was tart and creamy and you could really taste the lime while his brownie was an occasion of sin. Moist, warm, deeply chocolatey, it was superb.
Service was friendly and efficient, if a bit haphazard. One waiter seated us and gave us menus, another took our order, another brought the food, another asked us were we enjoying our meal and yet another brought the bill. But sure, we got our food and were looked after so that’s really all that matters.
Overall, we were really impressed by The Pigs Tale and, apart from the slates, couldn’t fault it. Simple, good Irish food, locally sourced and produced, cooked beautifully, bursting with flavour, what more could you want?
And at just over €50 for three courses each, you really can’t beat that value. We’ll absolutely be back. And you should go too. Even if you’re not in the area, make the trip, it’ll be worth it.
Check out more details about The Pigs Tale including location, menus and pricing on http://www.thepigstale.ie
Note: Yes, I am aware of the irony of me slagging the restaurant for using adjectives in their menu when this review is littered with them. Shut up! You’re not my real Mum!
Welcome to a new occasional feature on the blog – restaurant reviews! I’m going to try to steer clear of better known establishments and focus instead on more local cafes and restaurants. I’m kicking off the series with a review of the Oak Alley in Maynooth, Kildare, which opened earlier this year.
WE HAD great plans for our day off when The Beast was on holidays with his grandparents but when the alarm went off we said ‘feck that’ rolled over and went back to sleep.
Thus our day of fun filled activity turned into a massive lie in followed by hours slobbing on the couch with the laptop, until we finally peeled ourselves away and threw ourselves under the shower, emerging into the early evening, blinking against the light.
‘Food,’ sez I ‘we need food so let’s go somewhere nice for our dinner.’
‘Do I need to dress up,’ Yer Man asked, gesturing at his scruffy jeans.
‘Not at all,’ I said pointing at my own greasy knotty hair and crumpled t-shirt ‘we’re grand as we are, sure we’re only going local.’
So off we tripped to Maynooth, a few minutes drive from us, which boasts a whole hape of restaurants along the Main Street. It was only about 6.30pm but as it was a Bank Holiday Monday the town was busy.
We happened upon the Oak Alley Restaurant and Cocktail Bar and decided to give it a go as we had never been there before. We were only inside the door when we realised that indeed’n we SHOULD have dressed up and we were easily the scruffiest pair this place had ever seen.
Undaunted by the state of us however, the waiter seated us promptly in the spacious, cool, elegant dining room. We were seated towards the back which I liked as it allowed me a great view of the room
as I am a nosey bint for research purposes.
The restaurant doesn’t sport a menu outside the door so we weren’t sure what kind of cuisine they offered and were pleasantly surprised when we discovered it was cajun/creole, something neither of us had much experience of.
The menu offered things like Jerk Chicken Wings, Crab Claws and even Alligator and Vegetable skewers for starters then there is a burger section, a steak section, a section ‘From the Deep South’ which includes pork belly ribs and then there’s a range of curries from the West Indies as main courses.
I decided on the BubbaGump Shrimp to start followed by the 10oz Rib Eye steak, while Yer Man plumped for the Oak Alley Fish Cakes and the Sticky Pork Belly Ribs.
My shrimp came served in a bowl in a spicy – though not overly hot – tomato creole sauce and was very tasty – plump, meaty prawns complemented the robust sauce nicely. My only quibble was that there was only about four prawns in the dish and it really could have done with a hunk of fresh bread to mop up the delicious sauce. At €9 for the dish, I felt a little let down.
Yer Man’s fishcakes however were much more satisfactory. Two thick crab and prawn meat patties served with an aubergine relish were fresh and soft and delicate and you could really taste the prawns. In fact Yer Man was lucky to get any at all, as when I had finished my own starter, I dived on his.
Attentive and, frankly, handsome staff whisked our plates away and replaced our knives and forks before bringing out the next course. (Seriously, you guys, where do you get your staff? All of them to a man (and woman) were young and gorgeous. Bravo!)
My steak came accompanied by Homecut Southern Fries, chunky fluffy spicy slabs of deliciousness, and a little jar of flavoursome peppersauce along with a wee side salad. I had asked for my steak to be cooked medium and it was a little overdone, but the meat was still lovely, soft and melt in the mouth.
His ribs were outstanding. A whole rack piled high onto the plate, falling apart as soon as they were touched, combined with the aforementioned fries and a whole fresh corn on the cob. He almost gibbered with delight when he started eating.
‘How is it?’ I asked through a mouthful of steak.
‘This corn … it’s like .. it’s like … it’s like ICECREAM,’ he moaned, hoovering up another creamy bite. ‘Hands down best corn and ribs I’ve ever had.’
Full to bursting we decided to make absolute pigs of ourselves and ordered a dessert to share. This was the part of the evening I had almost been dreading, so disappointed am I by most Irish restaurant desserts which are usually tired and predictable. (I swear to God, if I see one more Tarta Fantastica on a menu I’ll beat someone to death with it.)
Not so at Oak Alley – there’s an extensive list of desserts, including the obligatory Mississippi Mud Pie, as well as a Carrot Lime and Walnut Cake and a selection of ice-creams including Vanilla Bourbon and Jack Daniels.
We opted for the Chicago Baked Doorstep Cheesecake and weren’t disappointed. A thick slab of cheesecake that was creamy, crumbly and sweet arrived at the table along with a scoop of the vanilla bourbon ice-cream, served in a dark chocolate mug. It’s rare to get a good baked cheesecake these days, restaurants usually favour the tasteless overwhipped fridge variety which I’m not a huge fan of, so this dessert was a delight.
The only downside to the evening however was the price – ah lads, it’s expensive. There’s no getting away from it. Yes the food is good, the decor is beautiful and staff are lovely but it costs. On average starters are around the €10 mark while mains are around €20, so it ain’t cheap. In fairness though, Oak Alley isn’t presenting itself as cheap and cheerful so nobody is being duped, but if you go here, as my late Dad used to say, bring your chequebook. In fact, bring two chequebooks.
Our bill for two starters, two main courses, one dessert and two Cokes came to €76. (There is also an Early Bird Menu of two courses for €18.)
There is also an extensive wine menu and a full cocktail bar, which we didn’t sample this time.
Overall, we were most impressed by our visit to Oak Alley and will certainly return and recommend to a friend. We happily award the restaurant Five Stuffed Bellies out of Five for the food and service, but have to award only Three Stuffed Bellies out of Five for value for money.
I READ about this over on All the Buzz and when I saw it on sale in Tesco I decided to give it a go.
The Colgate Max White One Optic claims to whiten your teeth visibly from the very first brush. It claims to have proven optic brighteners that temporarily make your teeth look whiter.
Over time then it progressively whitens more permanently but the ‘special blue foam’ starts to work straight away.
I don’t think it did.
Ah look, my teeth aren’t great at all, they badly need to be cleaned at the dentist but frankly I can’t afford it, nor can I afford the other things that I know he’ll find in there like fillings and caps and crowns that I’m sure all need to be done. I drink an awful lot of coffee now that I’m a mother (shut up, I need it) and they’ve yellowed with age and caffeine
So, until I scrape together enough for a proper cleaning I’m making do with brushing twice daily and a swoosh of mouthwash so when I saw this new product from Colgate I decided to give it a go, see if it could stave off the trip to the dentist for a while longer.
So this is my smile before using the new toothpaste:
And this is it after:
Yeah, pretty much exactly the same teeth? I didn’t notice any immediate difference now, though I stared in the mirror until I was almost cross-eyed, convincing myself that they were maybe a bit brighter? Maybe? But I dunno. Do you see it?
I lashed on some make up then to see if the addition of lipstick would make any difference, but again I couldn’t really see a difference.
I won’t dismiss it totally though as it does claim a whitening action with continued use, so I’ll give it a month and report back. I just wanted to test the claim of an immediate whitening effect.
Have you used this product? What did you think? Would you give it a go?
I PICKED up a new (to me) eyeshadow duo from the Lacura range in Aldi the other day for just €2.59, flinging it eagerly into the trolley cos it was my husband’s turn to pay for the shopping.
Oh come on!
Come on now! I can’t be the only one who does that, surely?
Throwing shampoo and cleanser and magazines and steak at will into the trolley when it’s his turn to pay and then insisting on a lentil rich spartan trolley with no luxuries when it’s my week?
Ah feck off.
Anyway, the point is, I bought a new eyeshadow and it’s pretty good! It comes in a sealed packet so you can’t see the colours beforehand there’s just a little mark on the box telling you what’s in there so it’s a bit of a gamble.
But this time it paid off as I got the goldy/olive green palette and it’s really nice. It’s shimmery without being glittery and they’re nice soft colours.
I only put on a light coating as it was daytime but they’re pretty well pigmented so you could certainly build up the colour for a more night time feel. There wasn’t any dropdown when I brushed on the shadow and several hours later it hasn’t budged and still looks pretty fresh.
Overall I was mighty impressed and would certainly recommend to a friend.
Have you used any of the Lacura make-up range? What did you think?