[Mar. 2024] After enjoying a walk in Dartmouth in southwest England, it’s time for a meal.
We went to Rockfish, a seafood restaurant that a friend had made a reservation for us.
“Tomorrow’s fish is still in the sea” seems to be the slogan of the restaurant, and it was written in front of the restaurant and on the T-shirts of the staff.
I thought it was cool.
The entrance was narrow, but the restaurant was deep inside, and the interior was not pretentious, and it had a nice atmosphere.
It was an awkward time between the usual lunch and dinner, so it was empty, but the good thing about restaurants in this country is that you can still eat well even at this time.
This is not the case in continental Europe, especially in Latin countries.
The waitress was a lively old lady who said she was 81 years old, and she marked the fish that could be eaten today from the list of the fish written on the table mat, and then wrote the name of the special fish for the day.
I chose Megrim from the list, a type of flounder, for my main course.
The old lady said that it had a sweet taste for a flounder.
I didn’t really taste the sweetness, but it was certainly delicious.
For the starter, I chose squid, which was also caught in the area.
However, it was seasoned like Thai food, which was a bit disappointing.
Ah, that’s right.
I remember that it’s not uncommon for seafood restaurants in the UK to have fusion-style seasonings like this.
My husband chose fried monkfish from today’s specials as a starter, and for the main course, he had fish and chips made with rockfish, which was a bit of a heavy meal as both were fried, but he was satisfied.
My friend and her husband chose fish and chips made with a different fish, but it seemed like the portion was a bit small.
I could not really tell that, but the old lady spoke with a strong Devon accent.
When our friend told the old lady that she was also from the area, the lady said, “Then why don’t you speak like me?”
I guess my friend probably uses her dialect depending on the time and situation, but I suppose it’s hard to suddenly speak in your native dialect with someone you don’t know.
Just like the night before, we had a lively conversation here, and when we finished eating and went outside, it was already pitch black.
After a little glimpse of Dartmouth’s night time side, we returned to Torquay, where we were staying.
