Friday 8th November 2019 would have been my lovely mum’s 97th birthday. Sadly the ‘old girl’* only made it to 93, after suffering a major stroke in December 2015, she died peacefully 6th February 2016 with her family by her bedside. Mum may be gone but she’s certainly not forgotten.
Traditionally at this time of the year we’d travel to Manchester, or mum would come and stay with us, and we’d take her out for a special birthday meal. And the fact that she’s no longer with us I don’t see any reason to stop the tradition.
The first two birthdays without mum have been spent in London with my daughters, an opportunity for the three of us to spend some quality time together, eat great food and raise a glass or two, or three to a much loved and much missed woman.
As I was in London last weekend and the girls were working I decided to stay more local and go with Him indoors instead. After much deliberating and consulting our trusty bible, Waitrose’s Good Food Guide (WGFG), we chose the Michelin one star pub The Blackbird.
The blurb in the book says: Amid the secluded mansions, streams and fields of pastoral Berkshire, with Donnington not far off, the hamlet of Bagnor is home to Dom Robinson’s red-brick, half whitewashed country inn. Old-fashioned pub furniture and crockery, not to mention the odd doily, make a refreshing change from the pared-back look, and the service takes a relatively formal tone.
A quick browse at their website and although I was intrigued by the quirkiness of the old fashioned set up, if truth be told it was really the Chocolate marquise with black cherries & Disaronno dessert that sealed the deal. Any chef that combines chocolate, black cherries and Amaretto will get me banging down their door!
In the short time it took us to drive there (about 20 minutes) the sun decided to show its face and the WGFG description was spot on, a picture postcard scene if ever there was one.
As we pulled into the car park the whole Blackbird team were gathered around the entrance. Now that’s what I call a warm welcome! No they weren’t putting the flags out in honour of the ‘old girls’ birthday but were posing for a team photo to celebrate retaining the much-coveted Michelin star. As the ‘photographer’ was part of the team but wasn’t sure how to set the timer Mark stepped in to help.
The interior was far less stuffy than I was expecting with a mix of old fashioned and modern artwork on display, including an interesting photo of American servicemen who’d been based in the area during the second World War and a wall of plates with scenes from around the world.
When we arrived we were the only ones there and the staff were very friendly and attentive, much less formal than we were expecting given the book said ‘… relatively formal tone.
And so to lunch…
The original plan was to stick with the three-course Menu du jour for £29 (2 courses £24) but as my ‘dessert of dreams’ was on the A-la carte menu I went off plan, way off plan! Well it was my mum’s birthday.
I chose:
- Twice baked souffle of aged Comte with Calvados sauce, apple & walnuts (A-la carte)
- Roast rump of lamb and glazed sweetbread with pommes Anna & young vegetables (Menu du jour)
- Chocolate marquise with black cherries & Disaronno dessert (A-la carte)
Mark chose:
- Pumpkin soup with aged Gouda on toast & wild mushrooms (v) (MDJ)
- Poached fillet of plaice with creamed leeks, Jersey royals & sauce Veronique (MDJ)
- Prunes in armagnac sundae
The meal was kicked off with a delicious wedge of treacle rich soda bread and ended with coffee. All courses were tasty but we both agreed the pumpkin soup and chocolate dessert were our favourites with the cheese soufflé coming a close second.
The wine list is reasonably priced and you can order by the glass. I enjoyed the Albarino from Spain with the soufflé and the Argentinian Malbec with the lamb.
If you’re tempted to give The Blackbird a try I’d recommend booking as we could only get a 12.30 sitting and although we were the only ones there at that time by 1pm the pub was full. You may also want to be aware that 12% is added to the bill at the end.
A thoroughly lovely afternoon remembering a wonderful woman by enjoying good food, good wine and great company. I think she’d approve.
I’d like to end this post with a poem.
Happy birthday mum and thank you for keeping me dry for 52 years. xx
Oh and in case anyone thinks I’m being disrespectful to my mum, *old girl was an affectionate name and a joke we shared. Despite her advancing years she didn’t consider herself old. She would often say when out shopping “I’m not wearing that, that’s what old people wear.”