Tony H.
Yelp
Fish lover? Prepared to drive 50 miles in the pursuit of some lovely, fresh and locally sourced food? Hells yeah, this is the place for you!
Recommended by a work colleague, we combined travelling up to Loch Fyne on Saturday afternoon with a good old ramble along the shore of Loch Lomond to work up an appetite. If you haven't been, you've got to stop at Firkin Point along the route to catch the Loch and surroundings looking mysterious, desolate, misty, romantic and absolutely 'Scottish'.
Anyway, you're not here to get a tour-guide of the Loch have you? Loch Fyne Oyster Bar then...
A couple of fresh, raw oysters for me, a couple of the baked ones for the fishy-veggie - which she was scared to eat so I got to polish off... Cha-ching! I never thought I'd enjoy baked oysters as much as raw, but oh deary me wasn't I in for a surprise - delicious they were, seriously cheesy and salty and tasty and hot and nomnonom. Not taking anything away from the raw, as that is still my favourite way to have 'em (traditionalist that I am) but never having baked oysters before I was very taken aback and would struggle to decide between the two in terms of taste and texture.
Onwards and upwards to the main - drum roll please... Bouillabaisse for her and (stay with me now) KIng Scallops (with the coral on, oh yeah) in breadcrumbs, black pudding, gherkins and capers for me, with a side of chunky chips. This, my friends, was a taste sensation; a party in my mouth, if you will.
I thought bouillabaisse was just a fishy stew, but lo' I was to be surprised and educated once more. Not 'just' a fish stew, but a tagine-filled load of langoustines, mussels, salmon, some white fish (sorry) in a tomato-based sauce, all served with crispy bread and aioli.
Again, it was left to yours truly to eat not only my own lovely dish, but also to polish off the bouillabaisse, so I can honestly give my opinion on a number of different dishes in our one sitting - all super-tasty and worth every penny (it ain't that cheap.)
No room for desert, but this is clearly a restaurant that likes to properly feed its punters as after paying up there was some mighty fine fudge forced into our hands as we (I) waddled through the door.