Our Beltane feast at the Hidden Hut, Portscatho.
Goodness we have wanted to find the Hidden Hut for ages! When we lived and worked in London it was the aspirational destination of food writers in all sorts of magazines.
Our weekend visits to South East Cornwall never seemed to have the time for a trip down to the Roseland Peninsular. Being busy and Covid restrictions have run away with our time since our return to the South West. Yesterday we were up early to do another tiny chunk of the South West Coastal Path and more importantly to be at The Hidden Hut in time for lunch.
As you can see we were well on time and enjoyed an aperitif of coffee and ice cream while we waited for our lunch
As is obvious from these blogs I am a very confident consumer of wonderful food but live in awe of actual food writers. So I will share two reviews from my favourite eating gurus. Grace Dent and Jay Rayner.
Jay and I often commuted into central London on the same early morning tube from Brixton perhaps we we both dreaming of seafood by the sea.
No London food critics obvious yesterday at The Hut, no longer hidden from us! But plenty of Londoners and food savvy visitors flocked, some of them in box fresh country gear, to this small corner of Cornwall.
Nature and beach detritus are carefully arranged to catch the eye.
It really makes a point to see such soft beauty and plastic waste both arranged with effortless charm.
Nature wins over in the battle to catch our eye but it made us think, again about plastic waste, and that is no bad thing!
Was the Hidden Hut worth finding?
Absolutely, great fish stew and mackerel pate. Served with plump flatbreads, if that is not an oxymoron. The rain held off until we were safely back in the van. Promises to return were made, we loved it.