Although blustery, the clouds part like curtains, allowing the warmth of the sun’s rays to shine through. We depart in good humour, but experience the frustration of the stop-start traffic, and realisation of the temporary nature of the sun’s time upon the sky’s stage. My sandalled feet meet the weight of the clouds’ new act, rain. It shouldn’t be so much of a surprise, the met office had forewarned us, but my wet toes are testament to my inappropriate optimism. We trip our way between hurried shoppers, careful to avoid the puddles and pause before the restaurant door. The familiar waitress is already smiling, used to our regular Saturday lunchtime visits. Although there is little change in temperature when we enter, the welcome is warming.
We must be creatures of habit, as she asks if we need the menus, but on agreeing that we need a promotion to a new table, she leads us upstairs to a room we’d not witnessed before.
Before I proceed, I should tell you about the desire for ‘promotion’. Med One is a busy restaurant and the mild-mannered and quiet-spoken manager exudes pride in his establishment. He looks disappointed when you haven’t booked a table in advance. During those busy times, he seats us at the foot of the stairs to the upper levels of the restaurant. The table is rectangular. Its position enforces a distance between those seated that makes it difficult to hear each other. I may be a teacher, but I don’t like to raise my voice. On one occasion, a frazzled waitress managed to stumble on the stairs and later knock an umbrella from the upper floor. The umbrella was alarming, as it flew like a missile aiming for my partner’s head. It missed, we joked, but have since nicknamed it ‘the naughty table’, for those who fail to book.
Ushered to the new VIP room, we do accept the menus. Despite the seating being more spacious, its positioning makes it feel more private – and safe. We select a table near the window. I take pleasure in the golden glow of the herbal-infused oil bottles and enjoy the aesthetics of the contrasting green of the basil leaves placed beside them, the effected by the diffused light passing through the moulded glass. The disagreeable weather is soon forgotten as I am transported to the balmy atmosphere of Mediterranean shores. I slide my fingers over the leather bound menu before opening it. Sipping on the ice cold effervescent mineral water I opt for something I’ve not tried before, Lahm Ajeen. Verd remains a creature of habit!
The presentation of the dish is impeccable. I am mesmerised by the careful preparation. The pastry is crisp, delicate and perfectly enfolded into an open parcel. Its content include lamb within a tomato and chilli sauce. The lamb is minced to a very fine texture, the vegetables reflect the pride and high standards the restaurant attains, there is a fastidious, elegant attention to how they are prepared. The garnish is a herbal and spice mix, the colour enhancing the contrasting, yet subtle flavours. The aroma of cumin is distinctive and I know that it will pique reminiscence of the restaurant in the future.
Med One, Lebanese Restaurant situated in Hudderfield town. Highly recommended, but avoid the ‘naughty table’!
Based on the Day Eight challenge of Writing 101, Blogging University: Death to Adverbs. The challenge was to create strong visual imagery by showing and not telling, but omitting adverbs. (I did however include a paragraph of ‘telling’). The first draft included ‘particularly’ (twice) and ‘finely’. Interesting to see what words I use too often! Anyway, keen to know if I succeeded in the challenge.