Carol's review of Paul Ainsworth at No 6

After visiting Padstow for girlie gourmet and dining at the shrine of “you know who”, we decided also to visit the training establishment of the young Jamie in Watergate. Both very good (obviously!) but neither had the refinement of yer man Paul Ainsworth. Classy, smooth, tasty – and that was just the waiter!

Everything we ordered was a picture on a plate (well, a slate actually). I ordered the duck parfait, the belly pork and the coffee brulee. I was scared to eat the first two courses in case I didn't leave enough room for dessert but common sense prevailed and I wisely undid the button and zip on my trousers to accommodate the overload. I would have gladly sent out for a larger size rather than miss one mouthful – sheer bliss.

As it was essentially a birthday celebration we had secreted a fairly plain cake into the kitchen. When it arrived at the end of the meal it looked like an illustration for a sugar craft book. A work of art with soft fruit and chocolate layered and drizzled on the top.

At the end of the meal I was kindly introduced to the head chef, although I understand Mr. Ainsworth works in the kitchen himself. The space is so tiny I don't know how they get two chefs in let alone produce the dishes they do. I don't know how they do it but I am certainly very glad they do.

I wish Mr. Ainsworth would buy the empty pub at the end of our road. If I could afford it I would buy it for him, just so I could eat there as often as I liked without having a 5 hour drive both there and back.

My Visa card may well develop IBS after the weekend spend but it has been well worth it – alhough in view of what we had paid before we ate at No. 6, our bill there was extremely modest.

Well done Mr. Ainsworth and his wonderful staff.

Carol Marsh, West Midlands