Friday, 10 September 2010

Fishy In A Little Dishy

We weren't going on a summer holiday. We weren't off for a week or two. There was not much fun and laughter (thanks to roadworks and accidents) And we wouldn't be hanging out of a jolly bus, warbling through impossibly white teeth.

BUT we were taking 'Gandma' (my mother-in-law) and our two littlies for a long weekend in Dartmouth.
Yo, we have sushi, courtesy of Waitrose, Gordano Services

Finally the bitumen grey gave way to pebble-shaped fields of lush grass and tunnels of scarily high, scratchy hedges. The topography of South Devon; with its pastureland rolling down to the coast and spritz of ozone in the air, all create a sense of excitement and anticipation. No matter how old you are. 'The sea! The sea! Surely we must be close?'

Errr, no. Why are we going slower and slower? Why is everyone pulling a U-ey (sic) up in front? Oh great, an accident!  We too turned around and chose a local-looking car to follow down what increasingly resembled 'White Rabbit's bolthole. We're late, we're late! The need for a stiff G&T was becoming pathological. We held our breath and clenched our knuckles through slender lanes that might fit three Friesians abreast at the most, easing the car through the jagged tube of road. The sight of splatty-patties and a grassy Mohican running down the middle of it only rubbed the point home. This road is not suitable for anything but ramblers and livestock.

Finally, we arrived at the hotel, smiled through gritted teeth at the obsequious porter and slumped in the tasteful lobby. The longed-for G&T was not offered (whatever happened to a free welcome drink of choice in hotels?) so we politely sipped at our complimentary thimbles of plum vodka. We bundled Gandma into her room, dumped our bags in our own room and all made off along the quay, in the direction of town.

It was Friday night and peak noshing time. We knew we'd be lucky to get a table at The Rockfish especially as they don't operate a reservations policy. You walks through the door and you takes yer chance. No. The place was heaving. An efficient but flustered Tracy took our name and mobile number and said she'd call us as soon as a table became free. Still, it was no hardship. We just went round the corner for a drink.

Just as we were getting to the bottom of our glasses, we got the call from Tracy. It could have been the Man From DelMonte - we were overjoyed. (S)he say 'yessss!' We raced back round the corner, almost dragging Gandma along the strip of pavement and took our seats in the lower part of Rockfish, close to all the cooking action. We chose a crisp bottle of Sancerre a bottle of my favourite still water (Aqua Panna) a few seafood specialities and then some fresh fish.

My husband (R) had some cockles and whelks, both served in little glass dishes. Wow, the freshness! Not being a mollosc-ophile, I pinched a few cockles to try: the zinc-y goodness in those little bundles was awesome. Who needs kelp supplements when you could eat these? 

For the main course, I chose halibut fillet, R plumped for haddock and Gandma had cod fillet. The children had local burger and the other a mini portion of fish and chips. We'd had good fish and chips before at the Start Bay Inn in Torcross but we thought elbowing our way through hordes of coach travellers and ill-behaved children while waiting for a table was not the ideal end to a frazzled afternoon. In hindsight, it was exactly the right decision. Rockfish Devon had set the bar for eating fresh, native fish in a relaxed, casual setting. And to be truthful, we really weren't prepared for the sheer quality and freshness of what was to come.

My halibut fillet was uber-fresh, with a miraculous blend of firmness and juiciness. Its batter was exquisitely thin and uniform; a crisp tempura-like coat that any Japanese chef would have been proud of. This showed both a mastery of batter making and of deep frying. Impressive on any night - let alone a busy Friday night.

Exquisite halibut fillet with homemade Tartare Sauce

R's haddock fillet was a Behemoth of a fish but equally as good as my halibut. I had a taste and it was amazing. None of us had ever tasted better and thought it impossible that we would ever find better. Anywhere. 

The Captain of all haddocks: left unrotated to keep you on your toes...

So the fish was juicy, vibrant and the freshest you could hope for. Even the traditional accompaniments of mushy peas were just as impressive. With their sweet, buttery lusciousness, they were the Cat Deeley of spring peas, not the out-to-pasture harridans (Janet Street-Porter) you'd fill your blow pipe with.

Miracle of miracles! The children finished every scrap of their meals and then set to work decorating the paper tablecloths with the pencils provided:

The service was warm, friendly and real, as befitted the relaxed setting. Many of the waiters and waitresses were young, local people who truly seemed to care that we were having a good time. Business was brisk but we didn't feel rushed. And the bill at the end of it was excellent value for simple fare of such quality.

Feeling Crabby

The next day we took the ferry to Dittisham and did a spot of crabbing off the jetty. The crabs were game or maybe they just liked the taste of Co-Op back bacon. Anyway, they nibbled at the little bacon-filled nets we dangled into the water and duly came aboard. The midday air was full of our children shouting: 'Leggo mate!' as the crabs dangled tantalisingly over the buckets of water. Once in, the water in their buckets would 'click' as they scrabbled over and around each other in crabby circles. One of our children gave the crabs a few morsels of bacon 'to keep them happy' and the largest one would nab it and stuff it into its mouth with both pincers, Augustus-Gloop style.

Mmm, Krusty Krabs galore
We then enjoyed a great meal at the Anchorstone Cafe, just beside the Ferry Boat Inn. R had mussels and I a juicy monkfish tail (bone in). 

That night we ate at the hotel. Yes, we were given proper porcelain plates (as opposed to paper tray-cum-dishes at Rockfish), linen tablecloths and a long winelist but the food was a little lacklustre. My pave of black bream was laced with an unremitting sweet oiliness; it needed some citrus or tomato to lift it. The butterbean 'quenelle' splodged atop was cold and flavourless. What was the point?

Wot no lemon lift?
All in all, the food that night was overly sweet and creamy with little freshness or vibrancy. Or maybe we're just being crabby? It always says a lot when the best dish that night was the cheeseboard. By far.

Anti-clockwise from bottom: Robin Congdon's brilliant Devon Blue, Danegeld, Ticklemore, Sharpham Brie and Quicke's Raw Milk

All Aboard
The next day, we made a quick trip to Bigbury-On-Sea, had a mediocre pint at the 14th Century Pilchard Inn and an equally mediocre reception from the barmaid. In the early afternoon, we returned to Dartmouth where we hired a small, banana-coloured boat and took Gandma up and down the Dart. At first she was petrified, one thin hand clinging to the side of the boat, the other fingering the life-jacket's 'deploy' string. By the end of our two-hour jaunt, she sat with eyes closed, as though drinking in the September sunshine, breathing in the pure Devon air and wore a distinct, relaxed smile.

Where would we eat that night? It was a no-brainer. The lure of such a relaxed and friendly atmosphere, food that pleased every generation was impossible to resist. We easily found a table and enjoyed superb, fresh fish of equally high calibre as our first night.

If you want stuffy waiting staff, a refined atmosphere, starched linen and waiters who interrupt at every turn to pour a capful of wine, then Rockfish Devon is not for you. If you don't mind eating from paper trays, wearing jeans at mealtimes or you enjoy the sensation of being in someone's private beach hut, with pastel coloured tongue and groove walls and family photos on the wall, then you know where to go.

Rockfish, Rockfish. So good we went there twice.


The Food and Wine Diarist said...

What an entertaining post. And a lovely diary of your trip. Looking forward to more.

Sarah said...

So glad you enjoyed it! Compressing three days of activities was not easy; I didn't want to make it overly long. For those with families we really recommend Dartmouth, the Dart Valley and of course, Rockfish Devon. There will be more posts - once I have the inspiration! Thanks for your comments, Sarah