Frankly, I blame the fish pie.
For the delay, I mean.
It’s been almost 2 months since I met Natasha, she of 5 Star Foodie, and her daughter Hannah for lunch.
It’s been so long, in fact, that Bentley’s, where we ate, is no more, having morphed into the Cliff Town House. And while I am more than happy to see an outpost of the Cliff House Hotel come to Dublin, this does mean that the Bentley’s menu is gone from our shores.
Which brings me back to the fish pie.
Bentley’s creamy, mashed potatoey fish pie.
The restaurant’s signature dish and the one that I had to have when I met Natasha, despite the fact that it was the middle of (an admittedly Irish) summer.
And it was good. Heavy and rich but very good.
The fish pie in question
When you get an invitation that has lunch at Eden Restaurant as part of the deal, you say yes and then ask questions later.
So it was that I found myself
dining stuffing my gob at Eden during the launch by the Temple Bar Cultural Trust of their well-packed 2010 programme of events (which, I am delighted to report, includes the return of the Chocolate Festival, this time making a pre-Christmas appearance in December).
However, before the gob-stuffing got underway, I wondered did my fellow lunchers notice quite how much time I had spent staring at the menu? Or if they had caught the slight trepidation in my voice as I ordered the smokies?
“Waste not, want not” was a favourite saying of my mothers when we were growing up. It came second only to “you’ll follow the crows for it yet” and both were used regularly whenever there was an indication that we kids might do anything less than clear our plates of all that was put in front of us. In our house, leaving food behind on your plate was simply not an option, and you soon learned that eating smoked haddock when it was warm was at least marginally preferable to eating it after a stand-off of an hour or so between you and your dinner plate!