Monday, 4 August 2014

Source, Battersea

Perhaps we should have had the crab toast advertised as a special on the chalkboard outside. Perhaps we should have steered away from the whole roast rabbit, a fairly unforgiving animal that even the best restaurants struggle to present. And maybe trusting anyone to pickle their own herring is asking for trouble, the complexities of fish preserving techniques being a big ask for quite experienced Scandinavian chefs never mind a local Battersea resaturant trying to fill out a dinner menu.

But the ugly truth is, if we are able to choose this many dud dishes from a menu that barely covers a side of A4, then the problem surely isn't our unnerving bad luck, it's that the restaurant in question - Source, formerly Ransome's Dock - simply isn't any good.

Even before the starters arrived, there were warning signs. Cocktails were OK (a slightly sweet Mojito, and a very weird Negroni "flip" served up with a huge amount of egg white, like a bitter unset meringue) and service friendly, but there was no house bread offered, and you wonder what on earth was going through their heads offering a smaller version of the grilled scallop dish to each of us as an amuse, when one of us had ordered the full version as a starter anyway!?

Said scallop dish, both the starter size and its diminutive amuse cousin, would have tasted sad and grey and lazy enough even if there wasn't traces of grit swimming around at the bottom of the shell; the broad beans at least were good, all buttery and properly skinned, and there was plenty of it all, but the vast scallop just made more of that cheap, soily seafood to wade through and in the end there wasn't much to enjoy.

A lovely, daintily-dressed salad and some surprisingly clever chunks of cucumber jelly were sadly still not enough to distract from the fact that the main ingredient in the other starter, slices of pickled herring, were formless, throughly unpleasant mush. I'm sure the aforementioned Scandi expert could tell me what they'd done wrong here - pickled too long, or too slowly, or with not enough vinegar? Who knows - but the end result was like eating fizzy fish paste glued to rubber bands.

And the less said about the rabbit the better. Ballotine-ing and sous-vide-ing the loin is probably a good idea in principle, but I imagine what you're not supposed to end up with is neat discs of wet cotton wool wrapped in shoe leather, which is what we had here. The legs were sinewy and so dry it was difficult to make an objective distinction between the supposedly edible meat and the strings of cartilage that tied it all together like fish netting. Gravy was actually quite nice, but was best used as a dipping sauce for the potato wedges (better hot than once cooled when they turned rock solid) than wasted trying to make the rabbit worth eating. It was all rather depressing.

It wasn't even cheap. The rabbit was £30 for two, which is a lot for what is essentially badly cooked vermin, and a final bill of £100 for two with a bottle of the cheapest white wine is about what I'd expect to pay in the Dairy, one of the very best restaurants in London right now, where attention to detail and an expert command of technique make the attempts made at Source look even more amateurish.

We didn't stick around for dessert. There's every chance the pastry chef at Source is a master in their field, that their chocolate fondant is a thing of wonder and their blood orange sorbet would make Escoffier blush. It's just as likely that we were desperately unlucky with our main courses and that the rest of the menu is a tour-de-force of modern British cooking. And by "just as likely" I mean "not very likely at all really". No, there was only one decision that could have improved our dinner that night - choosing a different restaurant entirely.


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Vi Vian said...

Glad I read your comment before suggesting to my friends we dine here.

Anonymous said...

Quoting Marvin the paranoid android
"sounds awful"
Was the rabbit wild? Most restaurant rabbits are not. lapin à la moutarde is no good with a wild one.
St Johns fried rabbit is superb with wild rabbit. Its cooked in Trotter gear first.
Wild legs as with pheasant can be sinew tough stringy.
Another good review (for me as a punter not for the restaurant).

Anonymous said...

Bad luck for sure. I've been many times and it's always brilliant. Maybe worth trying again? Should you base a review on more than one visit? Seems pretty one sided to me.

LondonOlive said...

Spot on I think. I've had several experiences and all have varied wildly - I so desperately wanted to love this place, given it's on my doorstep nearly, but it is just too hit and miss. Last time we were there (and the last time we will ever go) we actually complained about the potatoes which came with their lamb dish that night (we don't usually complain, ever, but these were disgusting - tepid, hard bits of leftover) and there was no apology or money off the bill. In fact they seemed quite hostile to us after that, which given the fact it was our third visit is pretty shoddy. Anyway, always love this blog, and looking forward to trying The Dairy next week...