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Photograph: Alex Leith-<br />
The Flying Fish<br />
Great seafood tucked away in Denton<br />
It’s my birthday, and I’m being driven to a mystery<br />
location by my girlfriend, where I am to<br />
have lunch with my close family. She drives me<br />
through the Cuilfail Tunnel, turns onto the A27,<br />
then down the A26 off the Beddingham roundabout.<br />
Pretty soon we are on the outskirts of…<br />
Newhaven? I look at her. She smiles. Then she<br />
turns left into what seems like a residential estate.<br />
Where the hell are we going?<br />
The Flying Fish appears on our right, an incongruous<br />
whitewashed farmhouse building amid<br />
all the 70s suburban Lego houses. I’ve never<br />
heard of the place. Suzie did a recce last week.<br />
“It’s run by this French guy from Dieppe,” she<br />
says. “He goes on the ferry every week to do a<br />
lot of the shopping. They do great fish. Cooked<br />
French style.” We wander in, and have a little<br />
look around. There are a few rooms, including a<br />
restaurant section with whitewashed walls, fishrelated<br />
bric-a-brac and four tables. It looks like a<br />
seafood restaurant, but it doesn’t look studiedly<br />
like a seafood restaurant. Which means they’ve<br />
pulled off their deception well. I immediately<br />
like the place.<br />
There’s a deck outside with more tables, overlooked<br />
by a sloping lawn, but the weather’s iffy<br />
so we settle inside. The others arrive: we are a<br />
party of five. Mother, father, brother, girlfriend,<br />
me. These guys know me pretty well, between<br />
them. Coincidentally I’m wearing a stripy blue<br />
and white sweatshirt. We order three portions<br />
of moules marinieres as starters. I order bream<br />
as a main course. My brother goes for a steak.<br />
The others go for a second starter, two cassoulets<br />
and a pancake with gruyere cheese and<br />
scallops.<br />
Mussels are one of the most entertaining things<br />
to eat. Scooping up the juice with the shell, then<br />
slurping it down your throat as you pull the<br />
meat off the bottom shell with your teeth. Then<br />
you chew: the combination of tastes is great. Dip<br />
up any surplus juice with French bread, spread<br />
with unsalted butter. My mother’s particularly<br />
quick-handed. Luckily she’s soon sated, as I’m<br />
sharing a bowl with her.<br />
I’m disappointed with the look of my bream,<br />
and a mouthful of scales after my first fork-dig<br />
doesn’t help. The saffron-yellowed rice is too<br />
dry, as is the spinach on top. Dieppe? It tastes<br />
like it’s come from Tescos. Sod’s law, then, that<br />
everyone else’s food is sensational. I try everything<br />
out. I particularly love the cassoulet: mixed<br />
seafood in a rich sauce covered by a gratin and a<br />
lid of Emmental cheese. My parents don’t even<br />
put on their ‘I could have done it better at home<br />
for a fraction of the cost’ faces. Which is just as<br />
well, as they’re paying. £82, with two bottles of<br />
wine, for the record. The Flying Fish? A wellkept<br />
secret. Until now, that is. V Alex Leith<br />
Denton Road, Denton, Newhaven,<br />
012 515 0<br />
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