LANSDOWN, BATH, SOMERSET
Entrance plus 3 Course Meal £119.00 p.p. Bottle of Taittanger £85.00
It’s been about two years since we last did this course and being at a loose end decided to try and get a restaurant booking the weekend before which normally is close to impossible as most courses seem to sell out, but with all the financial huffing and puffing and the raising of interest rates which doesn’t seem to be working by the way, it does look like people are going out less because we managed to get in here and at the Sandown meeting the next day. The course is quite nice and is one of the highest (altitude wise) in the country and for that reason they can’t actually water the course, though with the state of the water companies and the twats that run them I doubt it could be pumped this far as the only thing they seem able to make flow really well and without fail are bonuses and dividends which proves that shit don’t stick because it really does slide downhill proving Newton didn’t need an apple to fall on his head to prove gravity existed he could have just asked Thames Water. So with that the going here is usually good to firm and being a flat course they only run from April to October with a mix of day and evening racing.
It’s an easy run for us straight along the M4 westbound 72 miles and about 80 mins though actually getting the couple of miles to the M4 can take up to 25% of the journey, then there is a back road / shortcut once off the motorway which is pretty good but if the race meeting is busy you just end up kicking the can down the road as with most routes in the UK as it’s one single track road in and the same one out so if there’s a hold up which there usually is it’s because some dopey sod who’s not used to traffic ie driving in central London isn’t aggressive enough, or lacks the minerals to force their way into oncoming motorists and throw the finger at other drivers, you sit for hours waiting for a larger gap so said polite dodo can slowly turn into the car park while we all sit for ages shouting move you dick. Ok so generally it’s just me as the blond kicks off about my lack of patience and you people are all the same and any other Londoner who happens to have ventured further west than Ealing Common, they say patience is a virtue. “Bollocks”. To top it all that said short cut was closed for whatever reason and the detour took us down a single track road which after a mile or so was also closed, said workers had no idea about the route as they said highways put up the signs so turning round even in a Mini was more like a ten point turn, then an even bigger ball ache was meeting three others travelling towards us. So as they just sat there staring at me as if it’s my fault we’re going the opposite way, I got out and said road closed, is it why?, how or why the fuck would in know went through my mind but what came out was it’s possible for you to manoeuvre to the right so we can all shuffle past each other bit by bit then how you turn around is your problem. Obviously we found another route not marked diversion and slightly better than a farm track.
The racecourse wasn’t actually busy, no queues to turn in, car parking fairly empty and we set off on a sunny day to exit the car with a light drizzle which turned into a bloody monsoon for the day and 18c, so much for global warming and neither of us had a jacket, brilliant. For once the usual array of yellow jacketed parking dictators didn’t give us a hard time and we drove straight through them into hospitality parking which is just a smaller field nearer the entrance which was going to turn into a churned bog later on. Bath racecourse was first used in the early 1800’s and is about 4miles outside the city way up on a hill so the views are impressive but as the weather moved in we couldn’t see the far side of the course and the temp dropped, at the end of July ?, so welcome to global warming.
The restaurant has a grand name The Royal Crescent named after the famous Georgian piece of architecture in Bath built between 1767 and 1774 (could be a few years out )by John Wood the younger but ask anyone who John Wood the older, elder whatever did and I doubt you’d get an answer and the Georgians seemed to like these sort of titles though the buildings are seriously impressive and now seriously expensive because of what they are, unfortunately the restaurant doesn’t have the same sort of grandeur but they had to call it something. If interested have a look. http://www.thercs.co.uk or just type royalcrescent Bath and loads come up.
The restaurant is located on the first floor of a stand built 2016, the ground floor is a bar and the top is like a covered open bar doing burgers on a grill and various other foods and a bar so unless you’ve paid for the restaurant or the top bar the majority aren’t allowed entry. We arrived a good hour early despite the detours and it never amazes me as to what time some old codgers actually get here, what do they do queue waiting for the gates to open ? and they’ve already got through to deserts and it’s not even 1pm. It seems as if the catering outfit has also changed since we were last here and we both guessed it’s one of the bigger cheaper outfits obviously portrayed in the menus offerings. The standard so called artisan bread rolls were ok but had that slightly undercooked bleached look. We had the croquets which informed us was beef brisket, thank christ for that because neither of us would have had a clue except for it being some kind of deceased skinned cortisone injected animal. The celeriac was recognisable but they just got far to clever with the horseradish remoulade (absolutely no idea) and the roasted pepper coulis which I must admit added a bit of colour to the plate. All edible but not the greatest culinary experience. Again playing safe we plumped for the chicken, I know there was more in the title but let’s face it, it was a lump of chicken. As for the posh bits potato is potato, the crushed stuff that was the texture of something the chef and his clogs had danced on was again unrecognisable and I thought it was carrot don’t laugh it was orange type of colour (butternut squash), the veg was a skinny carrot and an anorexic leek. As for the liquid, sorry a white wine jus ?, well at least it was wet but even the chicken was unable to absorb it. As no cheese was available it was the sugar hit. The blond went for the panna cotta which surprised me when she asked “do you think it will have a wobble”. As I picked myself up off the floor laughing it was served in a small earthenware bowl and the jelly on top tasted of cucumber. Seeing as Pimms has cucumber fair enough but she thought someone had actually left out the Pimms and the panna cotta was more like a fluffy mouse missing the raspberry and which had turned the shortbread a bit soggy but it was pleasant enough. Yours truly had suburban chocolate sphere which looked impressive and the chocolate was fine but the chantilly crème was some whipped fluffy crème without the flavour of vanilla and thankfully no sugar. There was two caramelised bits but again not sure if hazelnuts were actually involved and the fresh berries was a singular berry but again it was fine. So as far as the meal goes you could eat it but boy it’s plain, but we think this is how most of the people we don’t mix with eat and what they perceive as good food as it’s recognisable, got fancy titles and won’t intimidate them by having to ask what it is. Food for ordinary folk.
So while eating between races I unfortunately had time to study the form which can make you look like you know what your doing but at the end of the day I’m still a prat, and after the 7 races I had one winner and sod all else which was one better than the blond sitting opposite me. I even speak to the trainers that we’ve had horses with about the form and to be honest most of the time they have about the same idea of its chance as I do. The view from the restaurant balcony is one of the best as yes you need binoculars it’s one of the rare courses where you can see the entire track unless you have a day like we had as by 3pm with the rain and cloud you couldn’t see the far side or the top bend so had to rely on the large screen and the commentary. Apart from arriving there was no way I was going outside so missed running my experienced keen eye over the runners in the parade ring, as if that would have made a difference but it’s fun to fool yourself.
Losing money didn’t matter as it was a great day and the racing was actually very good considering it was all class 6 which isn’t the best. I did turn into a hero as just before the last race I left to get her ladyship an umbrella from the car and returned drenched and will be awaiting payment for that for a long while. Tomorrow off to Sandown but I’ve written about that before and it’s our fav.