I like lots of things about Terre a Terre. Among them is (you guessed this one, right?) the food - it's fun, it's interesting, and it's like no other veggie restaurant I can think of. Their cookbook is one of my favourites. I love that it's another reason to head down to Brighton. And now I love that their tapas and wine deal.
They were all little stunners, and even mushroom-phobe Mr Flicking the Vs had to admit that the mousse was a star turn. The only vague disappointment was the chips, being a bit flabby and a little chillier than they need to be. Still, the chips had brought more interesting friends along, so we couldn't really complain too much.
And, for all the tiny plates, we were pretty full after working our way through the whole lot.
But do you think I let a little thing like stomach capacity get in the way of a good dessert? Of course not - limits are there to be done away with, good-sense boundaries to be smashed. I like to think of myself as the Usain Bolt of pudding consumption. A slow, sleepy, sugar-high Usain Bolt.
So, we pressed on, and ordered the churros. I love churros. There was no doubt about what I wanted for dessert, but when it came to the fiendishly tough question of which of the three sauces - chocolate, cherry or salt caramel - to choose from.
I asked the waiter and he was so adamant it should be caramel, I couldn't really say no.
Turns out the waiter knew his sauce. The salt caramel was amazing - thick, rich and gorgeous, although the salt wasn't overly apparent. Still, it was a heavenly pudding, and a pretty fabulous way to end a pretty fabulous meal.
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