We finally popped by Carnaby. It has been open for a while, and Robertson Quay is our hood, but somehow we never gravitated there. Tonight we did. Dinner was casual and absolutely lovely. Catching up with old friends does make a good night.
If the kitchen manages to keep its standards, it does serve up seriously decent British fare. But the range of beers is limited. The house draft is a Brewdog IPA, which works. If you wish to have alcohol, just get a bottle of wine because it makes the most sense. The wine menu isn't wide, but it will suffice.
I couldn't resist the ox-heart tomato salad. Had to have that. The festive roast (which is served on Sundays usually) was beautifully grilled. It's a top-rump of Angus beef with tallow-roasted potatoes, vegetables and Yorkshire pudding. The venison pie was a hit. The smoky fish pie is on the permanent menu; held smoked haddock, golden snapper, leeks, peas and carrots. That was decent too.
We'll have to come back to try its burgers, and steak and guinness pie. The table polished off the wine for dessert, and some people shared a treacle tart. That Chantilly cream atop was such an indulgence. Heh.
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