So from the beginning: as an aperitif we were given some fat kalamata olives and crispy pigs ears: perfect posh crackling, which went brilliantly with a g & t! Then to start I had tuna carpaccio served as a little bungalow, on top of a square lawn of uber thin tongue. I can't remember what my friend had ( and this is a pattern throughout the meal ) as I was usually too engrossed in my own dishes.

For main I chose the lamb, which beat my friends fish dish hands down. Even the friendly and knowledgeable Spanish waiter agreed that if we were competing, I'd won ‘pick the best main’. I could sense the food envy. Yes, it was amazing. Beautiful, juicy, pink jewels of meat served on a bed of zingy Barley. Barley – who'd have thought it could taste delicious or indeed of anything? To finish the dish, there were tiny goats cheeses to the side with small bites of grilled artichoke and some peanuts and chick peas. It was pretty close to perfection.

Mains done, we opted for a cheese plate before pud. A smart move. There were loads to choose from, we selected 7, which were presented with a picture perfect loaf of bread, quince jelly, biscuits and a glass of port. Yum.

We were not yet beaten, so we marched on to pudding. Knowing the good things coming out of this kitchen, this had now become an all-or-nothing reconnaissance mission and no food soldiers were going to be left behind. My pudding was presented in a little white ceramic snood, not disimilar to something Grace Jones would favour in the 80's. It was classed as a trifle but a modern sort, with a sweet creamy foam on the top, smoked cherries below and a chocolate custard in between. My only criticism was that the smoky-ness of the cherries dulled the sweetness of the chocolate and meant it had a savoury tang rather than the full-on sweetness I was looking for.

All in all a great, GREAT restaurant, with exciting dishes – whose only flaw was playing it safe with the interior… and over smokin' their cherries.