The Plimsoll

If we’re being logical, popping to the plimsoll on a (realistically) random Monday evening -which we’re insanely lucky to be able to do- is probably not a move to make, purely from a financial standpoint. However, if maturing and consequently thinking in this way means we no longer do this sorta thing, oh lord, halt me from such ageing.

Don’t get it twisted, The Plimsoll isn’t an extortionate joint, the issue lies in our unwavering obsession for the flavours and vibes here along side a menu which from we would literally order every item if we could.

The place itself is unnassuming, through the day that is. On any given evening you’ll recognise it as a spot from the crowds surrounding it- inside is split, half pub which is cosy (rammed- hence the overflow) ,half ‘restaurant’, although calling the eating space this doesn’t quite feel apt… tbd. The interior is a style I can’t quite place and could not be replicated elsewhere. I’ll be honest, what i’m trying to say in an articulate way is that this place is so fucking cool, imo.

We got a bottle of red and kicked off the meal with the battered cod cheek and tartar sauce, which was served on little bits of baguette.. need I elaborate? Then came the OBLIGATORY -im serious- fried potatoes and aioli, along with the asparagus + comté fondue. Potatoes, perfection. Asparagus, a very much needed sense of green and a delightful pitstop. Then was the burger. If you’re a foodie, which I think i’m right in presuming, i’m sure you’ve seen this somewhere on one of the fyp’s. But does it live up?? Simply, hell yes. I will say we thought it was slightly different to when we last had it, not distinguishably so, and not to its detriment, it is an unfaltering banger. I shan’t say anymore, you’ll just have to see for yourself. After this (I know, I know), we had the lamb chop, piattoni and chilli. This was devine, not too spicy, cooked perfectly, very yum.

Now, deserts we can take or leave- me leaning more to the take, matt to the leave- but, I don’t know whether it was the 3/4 of the bottle we’d consumed, or just the deep sadness that the meal could have ended there and then (it was both), but we went for the lemon and pistachio tart (me), as well as the mint choc chip ice cream (matt). This is also unusual for us as 99% of the time we share deserts, sorry to disappoint. For me, the tart was my IDEAL dessert, so I may be biased in my review, but this is my review so I guess that’s the point. The lemon came from the curd (?) on the side, with the tart being an almost crumbly, datey tasting pistachio number. No notes. The ice cream was MINT. Like straight outta the garden mint, making us question what the hell it is we’ve been used to all these years. It wasn’t too strong mind you, just right.

I do understand this is one big arse lick, but quite frankly the plimsoll deserves nothing less. We shall be returning time and time again.