My partners' family - chose it. I blame them! We perused their web menu which was very confusing for us both (and my partner is from there, well down the road.) They have 2 'cheaper' menus which had nothing that we would eat, ever!, a third much dearer one of which I could eat one item and a fourth menu dearer still where I could eat one of the mains and one of the starters on offer, (at a push.) I say this as they serve local offal specialities like calves' brains, lambs' kidneys and pig' bums! Really offal for the likes of me!
The only way my partner could get what she wanted was ordering a la carte which her relatives do normally which costs an arm and leg.
Built like a Welsh longhouse, La Grillade has a wood fie grill at one end with modern Ikea type curtain panels, trendy place settings in an olde worlde Normandy beamed buiding. It has several rooms, outdoor seating and a big carpark.
The size of their ample starter was enough already for me. My starter and main both came in at £12 each. A huge plate of smoked salmon and 2 pieces of white toast followed by a very large char grilled duck breast. Their vegetables as on the menu were actually chips, beautiful chips like my mum used to make, a small balsamic salad, and one chicory leaf filled with a finely diced morel mushroom. I was told I wasn't supposed to eat the sweet mint sauce dotted round the plate rim, it was just for decoration but it set the duck off a treat which got a bit samey as I ploughed through it. My partner was peeved as she already had a salad which came with her calves' brains and then another the same with her lambs' kidneys. All our five plates were powdered with paprika.
With our apérétifs we were served savoury nibbles which were also filling. The others' mains were over £20 each one hit the jackpot at £25 though their cheap menus gave you a glass of wine or any beverage (of their choosing) worth about £2.50, so we ordered a bottle of Bordeaux at about £20 which my expert says was a mediocre vintage for the high price.
The Boss, maitre d', - cum waitress who has the personality of Morticia Adams and a face like a smacked, well, you know what, should not be there to welcome folk - because she doesn't. No smile no hello no acknowledgement at all. Not when she took our orders, or during the meal when the crépes Suzettes were off the menu, nor when she didn't come and ask if the meal was OK, or when we paid, or when we left and said tara!
We went on a Tuesday and there was a small group in the back room, and 3 other lot of diners in our room. Very quiet - till we arrived. The same dessert chosen by four of us - four very large profiteroles filled with beautiful vanilla ice cream (not cream as they do here) but the chocolate sauce smothering them was not hot and should be says my expert. In contrast I had the mille feuille which was a finge rthin strip of festherlight pastry, runny créme patissiere topped by a line of ripe rasberries. £6 was a lot for that I thought. When the bill came I tried to stifle my gasp though I was not footing it. Tip, they are closed Wednesdays and (like many French restaurants) Sunday evenings.
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