Kinghams in Surrey is my daughter’s favourite restaurant. It’s cute, cozy and it’s in the delightful village of Shere.
So, for the 3rd year running she opted for a dinner here on her birthday.
This time Matthew is with us, and we tease him with Charlotte’s dream of a cottage in this pretty and pricey pocket of the Surrey Hills.
You know, just setting expectations!
As we approach the 17th century eatery it never fails to excite.
The wisteria is out and drapes itself like a living garland.
The little girl still stands with her umbrella a a a.
For the first time we sat inside (the tables are wonderful outside but today the weather was a little unpredictable).
With wonky walls, beams and low ceilings we felt very much up for a great British Roast this Sunday afternoon.
One of the things Charlotte loves here is this bread. Served hot out of the oven, it’s super crunchy, eaten with salted butter and covered in poppy seeds.
Tucking in enjoying the butter melting all over the ‘bed and board’, chatter flows across the table.
Time for our Happy Birthday cheers! Charlotte is 24 today and her Matthew is with us, already very much part of the family.
Cheers baby girl!
Our starters arrived and this smoked mackerel pate with rocket, apple and chive salad served with melba toast went down very well.
I loved my dish of seared king scallops with broad beans, spicy tomato jam and parsley oil. A scrumptious, juicy dish.
Both starters were delicious and we cheerfully munched through the lot.
We all ordered the roast prime rib of British beef with Yorkshire pudding and red wine jus.
The meat was so soft and juicy and the flavour of the jus was sensational.
All with a big pile of roast potatoes on the side.
So, as we filled up our bellies and the wine flowed we felt relaxed and jolly.
Also, love and laughter are food for the soul.
For dessert I went for a feast of cherries: cherry parfait, cherry meringues and cherries marinaded in sangria.
But it was Charlotte’s strawberry celebration of warm balsamic strawberries, strawberry sorbet, strawberry pannacotta, strawberry tuille that was the winner.
Charlotte’s birthday roast at Kinghams was a great success, everyone was still in a celebratory mood, enjoying each others company.
These guys were in fits of laughter.
I’d missed the start, and now it was all snorts, belly laughs and contorted body shapes.
I still have no idea.
The love birds pop into Cuckoo Corner. They’ll be moving into a new flat soon and buying cute mugs and beautifully scented candles has become a regular thing.
Strolling passed the village rose covered cottages I can’t help but dream of our next move too.