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| Delicous belly pork with saffron and honey. |
The first day of spring has always been memorable for me, not only because it marks the passing of winter, but also because 21st March is my Dad’s birthday. So to mark his 79th year on planet Earth I thought it appropriate to arrange a wee visit back to Birmingham – the city of my birth – to celebrate this notable event. I’m sure it’s no surprise to learn that the exact form this celebration took was to take my parents out for very pleasant meal.
Now Birmingham is a very different place from the depressed, and – to be honest – somewhat depressing, metropolis I left in the mid-1980s. Though the “city of a thousand trades” may have well and truly had the stuffing knocked out of it during the Thatcher era, it has now become a vibrant, cultural hub. Its centre has witnessed massive regeneration over the last two decades, particularly around its “canal quarter”, as the development of Symphony Hall and Brum’s architecturally impressive Library of Birmingham bear testament. The waterways that were once at the heart of Birmingham’s industrial revolution are now the focus of a Bohemian collection of cultural and culinary establishments. And as my Dad was born a stone's throw from the canal hub of Gas Street Basin, I thought it might be appropriate to find somewhere close by for a relaxed – but good quality – lunch.
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| Fab turbot with samphire and cockles. |
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| Choco-berry sumptuousness |
The birthday boy hummed and hard before deciding upon slow roast saffron and honey pork belly, with scallops, seasonal greens and smoked bacon. This turned out to be quite some present, consisting of three sumptuously tender chunks of Gloucester Old Spot belly, reclining on a bed of vibrant looking – and tasting – spring greens, bejewelled with moist smoky lardons, and bathed in a subtly sweet, saffron-tinged jus. Plus there were two perfectly cooked scallops guarding each end of the oblong plate on which the dish was served. To be honest, I was a little envious of my Dad’s dish. But then my Mother let me try some of her chicken. Or to be specific, pot roasted chicken, creamed leaks, roasted shallots and sautéed potatoes. The vegetables - and the creamed leaks in particular - were really great, but it was the portions of simply-cooked Poussin that made this dish exceptional. All around the table agreed it was one of the most succulent and flavourful chicken dishes any of us had sampled in a long while.
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| Bitter orange bread pudding - yum! |
By the time we had finished our coffees and liqueurs, half a dozen or so other diners had arrived at the restaurant. But, to be honest, with food as uniformly good as that offered by the Pickled Piglet, together with the flexibility of the menu, and the relaxed - but nonetheless chic - ambience the restaurant and accompanying bar ooze, I amazed that potential punters aren’t queuing at the door to secure a table. If there is one regret about my visit to the Pickled Piglet, it's that I live 250 miles away from it. I certainly will be planning to visit my parents again very soon - just to be a good son, and nothing to do with sampling fab food, of course...
Food 8.5/10
Atmosphere 7/10 (but only because it was so quiet)
Service 7.5/10
Value 7.5/10
Ambience - Expect a venue with a relaxed – but elegant – bistro/café ambience.




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