I’ll be honest, our choice of where to eat in Stratford-upon-Avon last Sunday afternoon was completely down to where I could use my Tesco Clubcard vouchers that had arrived the day before. We usually end up using them in Pizza Express, but when I logged on to exchange them for restaurant tokens, I saw that Prezzo was now included, so that’s where we went.
Matt and I have been to the Prezzo in Harborne a couple of times in the past. It’s a stunning set-up, based in the old School House. This branch was smaller but still lovely, and it had a much more relaxed atmosphere, which is what you want on Sunday afternoon, isn’t it?
They had an awesome menu, and it took some serious skill to choose just two things from it. To start Matt had the Bruschetta: cherry tomatoes, basil, red onion, pesto and garlic on a baked flatbread. It was so fresh, and the pesto was beautiful.
I chose the Grilled Goat’s Cheese: with beetroot, balsamic onions and rocket on ciabatta with a balsamic glaze. Ok, so it might have been a safe choice, but it was stunning. And I’m really trying to eat beetroot now after trying it for the first time this month, when I made a recipe for my Book Club : Beetroot, Feta, Walnuts. Loved it.
I think most restaurants now are geared up and ready for when people bring their screaming kids out to dine with them, but you can still sometimes end up feeling like you’ve inconvenienced them somehow when they have to fetch a special menu and some crayons. The guy who served us at Prezzo, who I presume was the manager, was absolutely fantastic with Verity. We’re very lucky that she’s always well behaved in restaurants, but she’s only four, so there’s always some drama. On this occasion, it was her sticking her fork into a piece of garlic bread and sending the other pieces flying across the restaurant, one landing in the bar area, and another hitting another diner on the foot. The manager couldn’t have been nicer about it, telling Verity, who looked terribly embarrassed, that he would feed it to his cat. It made her smile, and helped avoid an oncoming strop.
My main was HUGE. A Flatbread Salad of rare steak, red onion, cherry tomatoes, beetroot, peppers, rocket and bella lodi cheese in a lemon and mustard dressing. I thought I’d ordered something small and light, but the plate was massive.
I wasn’t keen on the presentation. A huge bush of rocket arranged in a line crossing the long flatbread, with slices of meat randomly laying over the salad. It looked a bit weird. All of the other salad vegetables were hiding under the rocket. Tasted great though. I ate every last bit.
Matt always orders risotto and ends up regretting it, disappointed that it hasn’t met his high standards of what a good risotto should be like. #risottosnob . He ordered the Wild Mushroom risotto and loved it. He said it was lovely and creamy, and had an almost ‘meaty’ flavour from the four different types of mushrooms. I wouldn’t know, I hate mushrooms.
Verity had a little Margarita pizza, and managed to keep all of it on her plate. Or in her mouth.
We were stuffed, but then there was Chocolate Hazelnut Cheesecake on the menu.
Oh my God. This was some seriously good shit. Chocolate ganache with chopped hazelnuts on a vanilla cheesecake that tasted like it had been whipped with white chocolate and cream, and just melted in your mouth. The base was generously thick, and was buttery and crumbly. Topped with a Ferrero Rocher and drizzled with chocolate sauce, this dessert alone is reason enough just to lock up the house and get your self down to your local Prezzo right now. Like go. Now. Best cheesecake I’ve ever had, and that’s quite a statement.
We also tried a scoop of the Blood Orange Sorbet which was lovely, and had a sweetness that made it taste like the filling of an orange cream in a tub of Quality Street. Yum.
Verity had a scoop of chocolate ice cream swimming in chocolate sauce.
We had a really lovely lunch at Prezzo, and we’ll be visiting them again. The food was beautiful, and the service was exceptional. And I want more of that cheesecake.
Disclaimer: We paid for our meals, and Prezzo were not aware that I would be writing a review. All opinions are our own.
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