Palma Diary, June/July 2018 – An Englishman abroad
Day 2 – Tuesday
After a quick look around the pool, which looks very nice, we go out to get our bearings and the hotel does turn out to be very well located. It’s a short distance from the beach, where the others decide to spend the day. I get on the bus for Palma and, unfortunately, it’s bad timing as it’s packed. I end up in the bendy bit in the middle and get chucked around all over. When we reach the cathedral, it disgorges most of its contents and leaves a handful of locals and me to head for the bus station.
So, I’ve decided to try for a table at Marc Fosh. Marc is the only English chef on Mallorca with a Michelin star; you may have seen him on the television, most recently, I believe, with those hirsute bikers. The restaurant is situated in a 17th century convent and is very stylish. I’m delighted to find they can fit me in at 1.30, so I kill the intervening forty minutes with a look around the market and a cold beer.
I am shown to my table and take up the waitress on her suggestion of a bottle of Rosa Blanca. It’s really tasty and I look at the label to find out which Mallorcan craft brewery was responsible for it, but there is no indication. I subsequently discover that it was first brewed in Mallorca in 1927, finally disappearing when Damm bought the brewery in 1998, but they have now decided to start producing it again.
The three-course lunch is very reasonably priced at €29.50, but the wines vary from €30 per bottle to €518, so I settle on a glass of 12 Volts from local vineyard 4 Kilos for €10 and very nice it is too.
I begin with chilled yellow gazpacho with marinated salmon, smoked avocado purée and amaranth, then have glazed Iberian pork with “trinxat” (a posh kind of bubble and squeak), apricot-olive oil purée and lemon thyme jus, before finishing with watermelon with lime, green tea consommé and coconut sorbet.
The presentation is exquisite, the food delicious and the service impeccable. I simply cannot fault it.
We decide to try to find something to eat in Palma Nova for dinner, something which we do not expect to be easy, but after a leisurely stroll up and down the strip, we decide that we like the look of Brisas and it turns out to be a good choice. The service is friendly and I take a risk with lechona asada – roast suckling pig. It can be difficult unless it is cut from a freshly-roasted whole pig, but they pull it off and I am very pleased with it, especially as it’s washed down with a very reasonably-priced bottle of José Ferrer’s Crianza from Binissalem.
We don’t have a late night as we have to be up at a reasonable time for Sineu in the morning.