I happened upon the Bantry quite by chance. We were on route home from the Borders and decided to do a detour to the coast, ending up at Eyemouth.
After a wander along the seafront to the harbour, we noticed a chalkboard sign which featured many of my favourite seafood dishes, langoustines, crab, lobster, fish. This was definitely meant to be!
So, just to be sure we’d get a table as the place was starting to busy up, we booked a table.
Arriving at 1pm, it was just as well we had booked, it was jumping. The three young waitresses were rushed off their feet, but notwithstanding, they were all exceptionally friendly, very professional and are a credit to the business – well-done ladies!
I had to sample the prawn and crab cocktail. What a plateful it was. In fact, it could easily have made for a main dish, never mind a starter. And boy was it good. White crab meat, sourced from a local supplier, as were the prawns, and did it show – succulent, tender and sweet. This dish was so fresh it was almost still moving! You just can’t beat seafood from a coastal fishing port, from sea to table in minutes.
Next course up and my other half opted for the haddock mornay fishcakes with chips and a side salad. Again, here we go with the portion sizes. Two massive golden, crispy-crumbed delightful patties of fish, potato and seasoning. There was a lot of oohing and aahing going on across from me. Mrs M was very impressed with this dish. She said it was full of fish instead of the usual whereby fishcakes are bulked out with the potato – not so at The Bantry. The chips were hand cut, large chunky chips and perfectly fried. In fact, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they were cooked in dripping – delicious taste, crispy on the outside and light and fluffy on the inside. Proper chippy chips.
My haddock fish tea was a whale – I kid you not, a full fillet of fish, and then parked atop that another half fillet. It was also served with those cracking chips, mushy peas and bread and butter – a proper fish tea.
The fish flaked perfectly, and just by looking you could see how fresh it was. It held it’s shape well, and the light batter was perfect. I was like the proverbial pig in muck!
On entering, I had eyed the meringues – as large as a football, huge they were and had decided one of them would be mine. So I’m sad to report that the starter and mains were so large I was sunk and the meringues were left for some other lucky Sunday seaside punter!
I’ll be back though, watch this space.
If you’re heading along the A1 make the detour, you won’t be sorry.