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Yelp
Maybe I should have had the beef onglet but after having the same cut at Modern Pantry last week (and taking almost the entire, inedible, tough as boots monstrosity home to my dog) I didn't want to risk it again.
Good points about Comptoir Gascon: 1) the room and atmosphere are pleasant, in a slightly cheesy way, though the tables are a little too close together; 2) the staff were smiley and efficient, though you get the feeling the maitre d' smiles through gritted teeth. Nevertheless, smile he did!
Bad points: sorry, but the food is very ho-hum. At least, our choices last night were ho-hum. We started with the "Piggy Treats", expecting some top-class charcuterie. After all, the place IS right next to Smithfield. Sadly, the treats weren't very,um, treaty. They weren't even up to your typical Waitrose or Tesco Finest plastic-packed charcuterie selection. Utterly average.
I then had one of the day's specials: boned chicken leg stuffed with peppers. It was okay. My friend had pork belly which was tasty enough but... wrong. Fatty food really does take skill to pull off. Get it slightly wrong and you can feel it sticking to your gob, your throat and your arteries. Of course, fatty food always sticks to your arteries, but you don't want feel it happening, do you?
The side of mixed green veg was very good.
As reported elsewhere, the mains were very salty (and I LOVE salt, I really do. The food police would have a joint coronary at my salt intake). But this food was too salty, even for me.
We shared a pud which was a variation on Eton Mess (with plums instead of strawbs and a bit of liqueur). It was okay, but then again, meringue, cream and fruit can hardly be called cuisine, can it? The dish was invented by schoolboys without access to a kitchen, for god's sake!
With the meal we shared the cheapest wine on the list (a Shiraz) which was a very pleasant surprise.
I moved to the area two months ago and I'd love to find a dependable place to eat. Sadly, my search continues. In fact I get the feeling that the whole Farringdon/Clerkenwell area is cruising along on far too much easy money, spent on expense accounts by people who don't really care what they're eating, or know much about decent nosh.
At least Comptoir Gascon was better than the so-called meal I had at Modern Pantry last week, which just beggared belief in its terribbleness.