Viva Lewes Issue #133 October 2017
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FOOD REVIEW<br />
Côte Brasserie<br />
Breton soup... in a former bank<br />
The last time I went<br />
through the door of<br />
82, High Street it was<br />
to beg for an extension<br />
to my overdraft,<br />
so it’s quite a pleasure<br />
walking into what is<br />
now Côte Brasserie<br />
one Wednesday night<br />
in mid-September.<br />
It’s 8.30pm, and I’m<br />
pleasantly surprised<br />
that the place is nearly<br />
full, or at least the front section is… the back<br />
end goes on for ages. We’ve reserved, and are<br />
directed to a sizeable round table, which gives us<br />
excellent people-watching possibilities. The place<br />
is designed as you’d imagine: on the safe side of<br />
stylish, the predominant colour being Cotswoldfront-door<br />
French grey.<br />
There’s a deal on, as it’s the tenth anniversary of<br />
the French-inspired chain’s start-up, with three<br />
courses plus a glass of bubbly for £27.50: neither<br />
my wife Rowena nor I can look past the steak<br />
tartare as a starter. She spots the pork belly main<br />
before I do, and I feel obliged to opt for something<br />
different, so I go for the Breton soup. Our<br />
extremely pleasant waitress is from San Sebastian,<br />
and she is gushingly excited when I attempt to say<br />
thank you in Basque as she brings us our wine, a<br />
bottle of Chorey Les Beaune (£42, worth noting<br />
that the house red costs £17.50).<br />
The steak tartare (‘finely chopped raw beef with<br />
shallots, capers, cornichons, egg yolk and cognac’)<br />
is ample and delicious, and is served with two<br />
slices of white toast. There’s something decadentseeming<br />
about eating what is, in effect, raw steak,<br />
something I’ve only ever done before on holiday<br />
in France. It’s a dish I definitely wouldn’t make at<br />
home, which adds<br />
points – I wouldn’t<br />
trust myself,<br />
somehow, to get it<br />
right.<br />
Something I do<br />
make at home – so<br />
often I’ve worked<br />
out how to make<br />
it really tasty – is<br />
fish soup, so I’m<br />
interested to see<br />
how they do it.<br />
Very differently, is the answer: it’s very tomatoey,<br />
quite piquant and bursting with different sorts<br />
of fish: chunks of sea bream, plump mussels in<br />
their shells, clams, prawns and squid. Delicious,<br />
in a word, but not delicious enough to prevent a<br />
wave of food envy when I hear the noises of appreciation<br />
Rowena is making every time she has a<br />
mouthful of pork belly. I try it: they’ve got the juxtaposition<br />
of succulently tender meat and crunchy<br />
crackling just right.<br />
It’s worth describing the trip to the toilet, so<br />
labyrinthine we dub it ‘Harry’ after the tunnel<br />
in The Great Escape; once we’ve both negotiated<br />
that (and it’s easy to get lost down there) we negotiate<br />
a deal whereby we get a ‘digestif’ instead<br />
of a pudding: I go for a Rémy Martin Cognac,<br />
Rowena has an Armagnac.<br />
The bill comes to £107. It’s our fault for being<br />
so extravagant with the wine (which is delicious,<br />
by the way) but it does lead me to thinking about<br />
Lloyds Bank and overdrafts again. As we leave we<br />
ponder whether <strong>Lewes</strong> is big enough to sustain<br />
its recent influx of large chain restaurants: will<br />
smaller businesses start folding, or will more<br />
outsiders start coming into town? Let’s hope it’s<br />
the latter. Alex Leith<br />
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