I confess, I’m not big fan of the whole ‘going out for coffee and cake’ kinda thing. Mainly – second confession of the day – because I’m a skinflint and can rustle up a sarnie & mug of tea without any trouble and it doesn’t really cost me any money. See? Skinflint. And quite grumpy, since you ask.
But life is cruel and I don’t always get to call the shots so The Grazing Sheep it was. I eyed up the smoked salmon bagels languishing in the chiller. Meh. Whatevs. I was spared the dreaded cuppa though. The wine list isn’t extensive but it’s good – something for everyone, in fact. The bagel arrived, no longer cold and chewy but toasted with its smooth, cool filling – including some cheeky capers – oozing out. Him indoors (well, we were outdoors actually because who wouldn’t be with those views?) had the cubanito. Strips of pork belly in hot, crispy bread were wolfed down at a rate of knots accompanied by a bit of man-grunting.
I may have eaten my words but being a cake-hater I definitely didn’t succumb to the pistachio and polenta cake. Well, ahem, just a nibble then… and fabulous it was too, in its deliciously gritty way. (Cakes from The Hopewell Bakery – lots of gluten/dairy free goodies, find them on Instagram.)
The Grazing Sheep, Regatta Quay, Ipswich. Tapas on Fridays and Saturdays from 5 too. Can’t wait to try it. Ipswich is upping its game at the mo. This place deserves to flourish.