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Eating my way around Cornwall, from St Ives to Falmouth

This article about West Cornwall is a break from The Picky Glutton’s usual London-based coverage

It may seem incongruous for me, as a London-based restaurant reviewer, to have my first indoor catered meal post-lockdown in a bed and breakfast in Cornwall. To be surprised by that though, you’d have to assume two things. First, that I’m so keen to dive back into the much-missed world of restaurants that I’ll blindly trust both the Government and the public to do the right thing when it comes to furthering the collective interest during a public health crisis (spoilers: I don’t).

Second, it assumes that I entirely base my holidays around where and what to eat. If you thought that I inevitably spend my holidays louching around gastronomic hotspots such as San Sebastián or Tokyo wearing nothing but a bib and a credit card, then you wouldn’t be the first. Most of my dining companions and non-food obsessed friends assume the same. But rather than prioritise eating out above all else, I choose whatever activity or location I want to experience and then try to eat well as best as my destination allows. Which, I suspect, is how most people approach eating out while on vacation.

Cornwall has an outsized reputation for high quality produce, but hiking the South West Coastal Path from St Ives to Falmouth isn’t necessarily the best way to appreciate its bounty. Social distancing requirements meant that many countryside gastropubs had restricted menus and an even more restricted number of tables that were hard to come by on a last-minute holiday. While hiking from village-to-village and town-to-town can help build up a ferocious appetite, some settlements literally only had one or two places to choose from – and often with none to write home about.

Which is why – as a general rule with few exceptions – I’m not going to write about the lone wolf eating options in the various out-of-the-way villages I passed through. Without spending more than a night or two in each one and doing proper reviews, I don’t see the need to stick the knife in the sole pub or takeaway of several successive Cornish villages and hamlets. When faced with limited options, if you can travel to the next village along and its more bountiful options then you will. If you can’t, you’ll lump it and like it as I did.

What follows then is less a series of reviews and more a blog in the old school sense of the word – a vaguely thematic series of reveries that are just as much for me as they are for you.

There’s just one full-on proper review coming up as a result of this trip. To be notified of new reviews and articles on this website, sign up for email notifications via the homepage, subscribe via RSS or follow me on Twitter or Instagram.

The Searoom, St Ives

While the Searoom does indeed offer sea and beach views, it’s not an especially large establishment. If you’re still feeling hesitant about dining indoors without much elbow room or breathing space, as I am, then the Searoom also offers takeaway.

If you only order one thing from The Searoom’s takeaway menu, then make it the mussels. As if the very idea of having takeaway mussels wasn’t wondrous enough, they were also worth digging in to with wild abandon. The l’il molluscs not only had a firm bite and a plump, fleshy follow-through, but also came swimming in a richly buttery sauce. These weren’t just delectable for takeaway mussels, these were easily the best mussels that I’ve had in a long time.

illustrative photo of the takeaway mussels from Searoom St Ives
Musselling in on the action.

The Thai hot dog wasn’t very Thai and not much of a hot dog. The grainy sausage and excessively chewy bread had to be rescued by the combined moreishness of the relishes. Even this was relative though with the undistinguished melange of relishes less than the sum of their parts.

illustrative photo of the takeaway Thai hot dog from Searoom St Ives
Croaky ol’ sea dog.

Spiced crispy squid was barely spiced and more light and fluffy than crispy. That texture was still mouth pleasing though, despite the floppy squid underneath, especially when dredged though the excess buttery run-off from the mussels. The included srirarcha-ish mayo, on the other hand, made the damp squid a damp squib.

illustrative photo of the takeaway deep fried squid from Searoom St Ives
This review’s procrastination was brought to you, in part, by the post-holiday blues.

I’ve been unimpressed with London’s attempts at poke. While Searoom’s version was oddly deconstructed, it did benefit from buttery salmon which blended neatly with nutty sesame, savoury edamame and the nutty sweetness of sweet potato. The small-grained rice could’ve been fluffier, but this was still nonetheless one of the few pokes I’ve tried in the UK that was actually pleasing.

illustrative photo of the takeaway salmon poke from Searoom St Ives
Well, poke me in the eye.

If only everything I had from The Searoom was as superlative as that tub of mussels.

Average cost per main dish: £10

Ice cream

Cornwall has a couple of native ice creameries, the most eclectically named of which has to be Moomaid of Zennor. In terms of sheer mouthfeel, Moomaid’s ice creams were among the luxuriant I’ve had this side of Rome with a lusciously thick creaminess that was nonetheless refreshing. It’s therefore a real shame that both the pistachio and vanilla flavours were muted, while the salted caramel and honeycomb was excessively sweet.

illustrative photo of Moomaid of Zennor ice cream
Sampled in the compact village of Zennor itself.

Roskilly’s ice cream wasn’t anywhere as thick and creamy as Moomaid’s. It was not only a bit too wispy in places, but had the occasional crunchy ice crystal too. While both the gooseberry and vanilla flavours had little to say for themselves, the Cornish cream tea flavour was reasonably evocative of the source material. Its creamy folds came layered with seams of strawberry jam and studded with soft and scone pieces that came across a bit biscuit-y.

illustrative photo of Roskilly's ice cream
Sampled from the Archies Loft takeaway in the village of Coverack.

Fish and chips

I’ve long been unmoved by fish and chips, failing to see the attraction in stodgy fish and flaccid potato soldiers. Judging from the battered cod from Jeremy’s in St Just (the one in Penwith, not Roseland), it’s entirely possible that it’s been London’s fish and chips that have done a disservice both to me and this genre of fast food.

Jeremy’s feather soft batter, moistened by an application of salt and vinegar, was not only moreish in its own right but encased flaky, moist and meaty cod that had been cooked just-so. The chips were still unimpressively floppy though.

illustrative photo of the fish and chips from Jeremy's St Just
Who is this Jeremy anyway

Although the cod from Smuggler’s near Lizard Point was a bit too mushy for my liking, the batter was remarkably, evenly crisp – more like a crunchy shell or carapace than batter. The chips were also crunchy, which almost made up for their often hollow/billowy interiors and the stubby, smaller chips which verged on brittleness.

illustrative photo of the fish and chips from Smuggler's Lizard
Sacheting in to my life.

Cornish pasties

It should come as a surprise to no-one that supermarket Cornish pasties are a pale imitation of the many pasties available in the peninsula itself. All but one of the pasties I tried had pastry that was far sturdier than the supermarket standard – more robust than puff pastry, but not quite as dense and crumbly as most shortcrust pastry shells. All but one also benefitted from a feathery pastry underlayer that neatly led into the sticky gravy.

The pasties from St Ives Bakery, the branch of Warren’s in St Just (Penwith) and the Porthcurno Beach Café were almost more winsome for their fillings of sweet and starchy diced turnip and potato than the steak. While tender and moderately tangy in the pasties from Warren’s and the Porthcurno Beach Café, the steak was still nevertheless outshone by their vegetal stablemates. The steak in the St Ives pasty was barely deserving of the name, while the Porthcurno pasty suffered from pastry that was just a bit too greasy. On balance then, the Warren’s effort was the best of the lot I tried.

illustrative photo of a Cornish pasty from St Ives Bakery
Fastest way to a beach bod, I assure you.
illustrative photo of a Cornish pasty from Warren's
It’s not Warren’s, it’s mine.
illustrative photo of a Cornish pasty from the Porthcurno Beach Cafe
If you’re an early riser, finding eateries that are open early enough can sometimes be a challenge.

A special place in culinary hell is reserved for the pasty served by the Five Pilchards pub in Porthallow. The stodgy pastry verged on hard, while the mysteriously mulchy filling was more like the sodden and muddy Coastal Path itself after a heavy downpour than something enjoyably edible.

Cornish pasty from The Five Pilchards Porthallow
More often than not on the South West Coastal Path in West Cornwall, you don’t pass up the opportunity to buy food when it presents itself.

Landed, Porthleven

Located a very short jaunt away from Porthleven’s main drag, Landed is a seafood-only takeaway that serves a rotating menu of several inventive dishes alongside the usual fish and chips.

Some of them are pescatarian versions of carnivorous dishes, which is either an eye-rolling exercise in tired marketing tricks or an inventive sleight of hand depending on your point of view. Thankfully, the pulled skate ‘brisket’ was more of a middle class filet-o-fish than a misconceived barbecue homage with gills. The bun stayed out of the way, allowing the moist, hefty strands of ‘pulled’ skate to take centre stage. Sweet pickles and a surprisingly pleasing and tartare-esque cheesy mayo provided the flavoursome counterpart to the meaty mouthfeel of the fish.

illustrative photo of the pulled skate from Landed
Pull on your skate.

While the curled whirls of Southern-style batter were perfectly and evenly crunchy without a hint of oil, its toothsome charms arguably obscured the bouncy meatiness of the monkfish they cocooned in all but one instance. The chipotle mayo was nothing of the sort, while the pickles were far too sweet with a cloying presence not helped by the addition of dill which is a herb I usually enjoy. Despite the many disappointments in this carton, the textural snap and crackle of that paprika-hued batter will live long in my memory.

illustrative photo of the southern fried monkfish from Landed Porthleven
Yup, I’m still eating outdoors whenever possible when eating out and so should you.

In a similar vein to the deep-fried monkfish, the crunch of the wee noodle-like deep-fried batter nest arguably detracted from the creamy oyster it encased.

illustrative photo of the oyster fritter from Landed Porthleven
Frittering my life away.

The crustacean in Landed’s lobster roll was served at room temperature and the bread roll stayed out of the way. While mostly firm, the lobster’s mouthfeel was nonetheless compromised by unevenly sized chopping – many of which were too weeny. The thick crimson-hued mayo, while eye-catching, added little. There’s the core of a good lobster roll here, just waiting to be unleashed.

illustrative photo of the lobster roll from Landed Porthleven
Landed doesn’t always land it.

My takeout meal from Landed was an uneven affair, but there’s clearly a great deal of promise at this unassuming takeaway.

Average cost per main dish: £9

My time around the coast of West Cornwall may have been generally uneven and perhaps even undistinguished gastronomically. And yet the peninsula has tantalised me so on multiple levels. I’d be very surprised indeed if this first visit ends up being my last.


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