To celebrate the publication of our online encyclopedia
entry on animal behavior, and to spend the £100 pounds we were given for
writing it, Sasha and I, along with our co-author (and Sasha’s former postdoc)
Morgan, made our first visit to Two Ten, a restaurant just down the street from
our apartment. I pass Two Ten every night on my walk home from work, and I have
often wondered what sort of food it serves and whether it is any good, so this
outing—which also served as Morgan’s farewell meal—seemed like the perfect
opportunity to explore this venue for the first time.
(Two Ten's subtle exterior)
(Feeling like Alice going down the rabbit hole...)
Two Ten is a tiny little subterranean place that is easy to
miss. The owners have done a nice job hanging signs and menus outside the
cheerful blue entryway, but there are so many other businesses along the same
stretch of road that Two Ten is still a very subtle presence. Given the lovely
views that can be seen from many of Falmouth’s restaurants, you might not feel
too enticed by an underground restaurant. However, the off-white walls and
simple, elegant décor ensure that you do not feel claustrophobic; in fact, the
restaurant has an intimate, exclusive sort of atmosphere. This was especially
true when we visited, since we were the only diners all evening.
(The simple but elegant decor of Two Ten)
(Another view of the interior)
(Our artistic cutlery layout)
The staff, who appeared to be a husband and wife team, were
extremely friendly and attentive; they provided an appealing menu that offered
a variety of flavors and styles. Everything about Two Ten was incredibly
promising, but ultimately I think we were all a bit disappointed by our meal.
We were not served any food that was bad,
but it was all a tad bland and needed some extra little thing to make it really
special.
(My salad)
(Morgan's mussels)
I opted for a salad, followed by breaded fish; Morgan had
mussels and then duck with a molé sauce; Sasha had a steak. I passed on
dessert, but Morgan had chocolate truffles and Sasha had chocolate and
marshmallow fondue. My salad was generously sized and did have a dressing—which is often not the case at British
restaurants—but it could have used a bit more dressing and needed salt and
pepper. My fish was moist and tender, but, again, needed salt and pepper to add
some oomph and bring out the flavors
of the various ingredients in the breading. Sasha felt that his steak could
have been more tender and flavorful, though he acknowledges that he ordered a
cut of meat that is not always known for being the juiciest and most decadent
part of a cow. Both of us were surprised and disappointed by his dessert, which
I had been really tempted by myself. The chocolate fondue tasted fine, but it
was accompanied by an inadequate number of store-bought marshmallows; I think
we both had expected that they would be homemade, and come in a large enough
quantity to use up all of the chocolate provided. Morgan never expressed too
many opinions either way, but he is French, and so I suspect that no British
food quite lives up to his expectations.
(Sasha's steak)
(My breaded fish)
(Morgan's duck)
One thing that balanced out the lack of flavors was the
comparable lack of expense: We barely spent more than our £100 paycheck even
though we ordered a bottle of wine, a bottle of sparkling water, a pot of tea,
two appetizers, two desserts, and 3 main courses. In Britain, and especially in
a tourist town like Falmouth, it is difficult to get that much food in a
restaurant that pleasant, for so little money. In order to make that an even
better bargain, I hope the chef adds a little spice to his/her dishes
(literally!) so that the cuisine is on par with the service and the aesthetics.
(Sasha's marshmallow and chocolate fondue)
(Morgan's truffles)
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