GNER's Go Eat

GNER's Go Eat Shocking name for a restaurant. Must mention that next time I write to them. Thursday 16th June. Wakefield to London King's Cross. The train started at York and most of the customers had come from this year's Royal Ascot so most of the dishes had already gone ("Shall I go through what's left before you look at the menu sir?"). What was left was palatable. The crab fishcake starter was - well, just a fishcake really. Was it crab? Oh, really? Thoughtfully served with some Rocket and a cheesy saucy thingy that had a nice tang to it. Guinea Fowl for main course. Was it Guinea Fowl? Oh, really? Wasn't chicken then? Okay, can't complain. Come to think of it, it was smaller than chicken breast and had a little bone on the end. Tasty nonetheless. Served with nicely cooked boiled new potatoes that were still firm to the knife (none of your mushy overcooked stuff), fresh carrots that were some of the best I have tasted - small, whole, tasted of the earth. Fine sauce (gravy to you and me) to accompany. Dessert was not memorable - so I have forgotten. The half-bottle of Chilean Merlot helped in the memory loss process. Some of the best conversation I've had at dinner on a train, with a Greek computer whizz who taught me how to charcoal lamb correctly (did you know that marjoram was just made for lamb?) and his colleague, a yound Anglo-Indian who taught me the real benefits of using a virtual network. Haven't had so much fun since I sat next to Bishop (who'd just done prayers for the House of Lords) and opposite a socialite who recognised him because he had confirmed her daughter - but didn't know why the dessert was called an Eton Mess since her husband had been to Eton and they had no such dish there. Ah yes, the Eton Mess. But that's another story.

Not to forget the lovely coffee and fine chocolate to finish. Somewhere around the £29 mark.