Eating Out
| NORTH YORKSHIRE |  | | | CLEVELAND |  | | | COUNTY DURHAM |  | |
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Headlam Hall Spa Brasserie, Headlam Hall Hotel, Gainford, near Darlington
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| DINING DIFFERENCE: The spa brasserie is very different from the hotel |
BEFORE visiting the new
brasserie at Headlam Hall
Hotel, my mind was
scarred by my only other
experience of a spa restaurant.
Last year I visited a terrible, soulless
place in North West Spain,
where the food was as sterile as the
gleaming white corridors.
It was a place where the freshest
vegetables were to be found far
away from the dining table, reducing
puffy eyes in a nearby treatment
room.
The menu at this Galician spa was
as dry and lifeless as the food itself
and it gave me a sour impression
of spas as a place to go to get some
good grub.
But now I was at
Headlam Hall Hotel
- surely an entirely
different proposition.
For decades, across
the way from the
new brasserie, the
main restaurant has
served up top notch meals, so I
went in the confidence they
wouldn't let me down.
The Robinson family, who own
Headlam Hall, have gone to great
efforts to make their new extension
different. If the bigger, older
brother is all about fine country
dining, the brasserie claims to
offer modern, informal, accessible
meals.
Different menu, different atmosphere,
different outlook, different
chef.
The interior of the brasserie is a
world away from the historic
splendour of the main restaurant.
Designed to cater for both the
golfers coming off the 9th green,
and the newly-rejuvenated spa
customer, the dining area is a simple
but smart little room, with only
a handful of tables and a bar.
The walls, a mixture of pale green
and deep red, give the place a very
intimate feel, while the large windows
on one side offer views
across the patio and to the golf
course beyond.
Despite the small
evening menu
lacking a certain
creative flair, it was
lively enough and
offered some
tempting choices
for myself and my
partner Stacey to
ponder over while
we dunked crusty bread in balsamic
vinegar and a fragrant extra
virgin olive oil.
For starters, I went for a grilled
black pudding, bacon and stilton
salad (£4.50).
A perfect size, the excellent meltin-
the-mouth black pudding married
well with the bacon and the
softened blue cheese, which had
begun to ooze into the bed of crisp
lettuce.
It was only tainted by far too much
olive oil and what started off as an
indulgent entree, ended up feeling
like a greasy mixed grill.
Stacey enjoyed her simple tomato
and mozzarella salad (£4.50),
which came with a hunk of bread
to mop up the unmissable juices
at the bottom of the plate.
Both our main courses were robust
enough to ensure that, even if
we had spent a day burning calories
in Headlam's glorious new spa,
we wouldn't have come home any
lighter.
I had cod wrapped in Parma ham
with sun-dried tomatoes, herb
mash and a tomato and tarragon
sauce (£13).
The cod, disappointingly over
cooked and dry, was thrown a
tangy, sweet lifeline in the shape of
the sauce.
Meanwhile the mash was how
mash should be: creamy and
lump-free.
Across the table, Stacey tackled a
rib-eye steak with blue cheese
sauce and some of the fattest fat
chips I have ever laid eyes on
(£15).
She said the medium steak was
well cooked and the chips, each
one the size of a mobile phone,
were equally rewarding, although
ultimately they got the better of
her and some were left as the
plates were removed.
Our waitress, Ingrid, pointed out
that of all the desserts on the
menu, the strawberry and Malteser
iced parfait (£4.50) was far
and away her favourite, persuading
Stacey to disregard all the other
options.
The parfait was a lumpy, bumpy,
messy vision of pale-pink perfection
and Stacey loved it. I had to
lean across and try some too.
Fruity and gloriously creamy, you
would encounter the odd piece of
Malteser shrapnel, offering crunch
and a chocolate kick.
Suffering from dessert envy and
angry glances from my dinner
partner, I tucked into my own
sticky toffee pudding (£4.50) to
find it offered a decent consolation
and turned out to be a very good
second-best choice.
The bill came to a very reasonable
£59, which included a fine bottle of
£13 house white.
So here's a tip. If a hot stone massage
doesn't appeal and you can't
tell a five-iron from a putter, don't
let Headlam Hall Spa scare you off.
There is a way you can still go and
come back feeling a whole lot better
for the experience. After my
Spanish spa nightmare, I certainly
felt suitably healed, and very full.
1:25pm Friday 25th April 2008
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