Bombay Masala

I dined again with my pals, Susan and Derek from Worcestershire, at the little Indian restaurant near Music Square, Corralejo, last night.

It's called Bombay Masala. Isn't it a wonder the Political Correctness Police haven't changed that to Mumbai?

The Indian family who run it are utterly charming and courteous.

The decor is unpretentious and unsophisticated.

We ordered small glasses of beer.

Having considered the menu, I chose the Kashmiri Chicken; while the others had the lamb and chicken bhuna.

We shared two portions of pilau rice and one large piece of peschwari naan bread.

My curry was enjoyable and tasty, though I have to declare I prefer the Korma version.

The bill came to about €51 excluding the tip.

They offered us the usual brandy or liqueur and the conclusion.

Thence we ambled several yards across the Square to La Plaza café bar, where a middle-aged singer-guitarist dressed like a cowboy was playing to three boisterous young women tourists.

His rendition of Bamboléo is legendary, I gather (!).

Suitably fortified with liqueur coffees, we strolled back to base. 

Piazza Grande: II

Alas, the weather in the Canary Islands has been poor recently, to put it mildly (!).

We have endured very strong winds, heavy rain, and local flooding.

In fact I've asked my aunt to send me a pair of Wellington boots instanter!

Nevertheless, I met my new friends from Worcestershire and we struggled against the Elements en route to the fine Italian bistro café, Piazza Grande.

Unsurprisingly they had few patrons owing to the inclement conditions outside.

The three of us took a pew inside, where we ordered a bot of red plonk and perused the menu.

We opted for a kind of daily "Special" which consisted of small, battered, hollow cushions of some sort, with a plate of cured meats and cheese.

This was all rather good.

For pudding I had the apricot and almond tart with whipped cream.

Thence we made a beeline for the so-called Music Square in Corralejo, which was totally deserted.

The restaurateurs had all succumbed to the ghastly weather.

One of the few establishments to remain open was a bar called The Blue Rock. We wandered in, had cocktails, and thereafter departed for home, as it were.

Letter from Corralejo

At the moment I'm seated outside the little Italian café, Piazza Grande, in central Corralejo.

Instead of the usual coffee, viz. Leche Leche Largo, I'm enjoying a salubrious mixed smoothie fruit juice  drink.

Since last Wednesday we have endured heavy rain, local flooding, strong winds, and cooler temperatures.

Today, Monday, is calmer. The signs of the thunderstorm remain, however, with some large puddles.

The tennis court resembles a swimming pool!

I've encountered some interesting people during my time here; indeed I'm dining with two of them in two days' time at a Brazilian restaurant.

Tomorrow evening I look forward to a bite of dinner at a Danish establishment called The Ugly Duckling.

It has a limited menu which, to my mind, is good.

Corralejo Sculptures

There are two sculptures at the old quay, Corralejo.

Corralejo, Fuerteventura, remains essentially a fishing town, though tourism must be its principal source of income now.

The maritime heritage is reflected in these sculptures, of families whose fathers, husbands, sons, or brothers, put to a cruel sea to earn a living.

It reminds us of the hope and despair; the relief and heartbreak of fishermen's families.

Piazza Grande

I had a bite of supper at an agreeable little Italian bistro or café called Piazza Grande last night.

It's located at the children's playground in Plaza de Los Niños, Corralejo.

There was intended to be a live musician, though inclement weather called that off.

So I ambled inside, took a pew, and ordered a G&T

The menu is on a blackboard.

In the interim the bar staff placed a complimentary plate of garlic pizza slices beside me.

After some perusal I went for Granny's Raviolacci, three very large pieces of pasta with salty, though tasty, bits of bacon, or its Italian equivalent, atop.

The nosebag was quivering with anticipation, given that I had a hearty appetite on this occasion.

I overheard two other diners inquiring as to the name of the red house wine, so it must have been acceptable to them.

The bill, including two Beefeater gins and another basket of garlic bread, came to €21.

Morning Constitutional

There have been thundery showers in Corralejo lately, I can declare! 

I find it agreeable to take a morning 'constitutional' down to the sea-front and past many of the small establishments bringing out their tables and chairs or their wares for sale.

En route for Belmont GHQ, I happened upon a small Italian café or bistro called Piazza Grande.

It's located at the town square.

They have several blackboards with the menu written in various languages.

Fresh pasta predominates; and prices are in the region of a mere €5 or €6.

Granny's cakes and Granny's ravioli with butter and Salvia (sage?) sounds tempting.

They have live musicians, too, dependant on the weather.

I think I'll try it this evening.

Episcopal Mischief

Frederick Hervey, 4th Earl of Bristol and 48th Lord Bishop of Derry, was renowned for spending much of his time travelling abroad and little time in his diocese.

On one such occasion, when Lord Bristol had been absent from his See for over five years, three of his fellow bishops rebuked the Earl-Bishop for this.

The Bishop's reaction was typically offensive.

He placed three peas in an inflated bladder and posted it to none other than the Archbishop of Armagh, with the following riddle, signed "Bristol and Derry":

Three large bluebottles sat upon three blown bladders; Blow, bottle-flies, blow. Burst, blown bladders, burst.

The Beefeater

I consumed far too many White Russians and, indeed, a few Beefeaters, last night, for my own good.

'Twas enjoyable! And I'm up and about as I type on the iPad.

I can run the blog quite satisfactorily on the iPad, provisionally at least.

 I continue to peruse The Mitred Earl.

The 1st Earl of Charlemont was somewhat less than complimentary in his judgement on the Earl-Bishop's character: Like a shallow stream: rapid, noisy; diverting but useless.

Afternoon Refresher

Now I do not consider myself to be a connoisseur of that noble spirit, gin, by any stretch of the imagination.

It's true, however, that I have sampled quite a few brands since I ceased wearing short trousers on a regular basis.

This afternoon, the sun came out at the old pier of Corralejo, Fuerteventura.

I stopped for a look at the drinks menu in a pavement bar called Barrakuda.

They had a fair selection of premium gins, the dearest being one I'm unfamiliar with, known as No. 209.

This gin is distilled in California.

Today, though, I enjoyed a beautifully served Tanqueray Ten.

The staff brought a collapsible side-table; served the said gin, with thin slices of lemon peel and large ice-cubes.

She poured the tonic-water on to a kind of long, thin skewer into the glass.

This drink cost €8, including the tonic.

The No 209 costs €11.

La Taberna

I enjoyed a very good meal at a little restaurant I occasionally frequent whilst in the resort of Corralejo, La Taberna, Hernan Cortes Street, run by Mine Host, Juan, ably assisted in the kitchen by his diligent wife, Ana.

Juan happens to be a passionate fan of the major Spanish football club, Real Madrid. 

He is also a follower of the jazz musician, Jamie Cullum.

La Taberna operates a unique formula which works admirably, whereby the fillet steak meals are accompanied by a moderate portion of crisp and dry saute potatoes and home-made coleslaw. 

I ordered the steak - medium done - with a Roquefort cheese sauce. it was simply sumptuous. There was no fat at all and it was so juicy, too.

Juan also brings diners his lovely fresh crusty rolls with his signature alioli garlic mayonnaise, the best alioli in Corralejo to my mind! I shouldn't wish for any finer.

I sat outside La Taberna at a pavement table.

The bill came to €27, including the tip.

Juan brought me a tumbler of Irish Cream before I bade them Farewell.

Bouganville Bar

I've returned to the stylish, bijou Bouganville cocktail bar in Corralejo several times.

Last night I had a largish Tanqueray gin and Nordic blue tonic-water, which cost €4.50.

The blue tonic is purely for effect though its aesthetics are undeniable.

The decor of this little bar seems to be based on the arabesque or moorish: subtle shades of red and gold predominate.

The owner told me that she made many of the artistic items herself.

The Earl Bishop's Daughters

I fancied a curry last night and knew of a good little Indian restaurant at Music Square, Corralejo, called Bombay Masala.

Having enjoyed my onion bhajis, chicken korma and peshwari naan bread, I ambled round the corner, to the lovely bijou Bouganville Bar; though more about that in another article.

For the benefit of those not following the blog regularly, I'm reading a wonderful book about Frederick Hervey, commonly known as The Earl Bishop.

Of his lordship's daughters, Lady Mary wedded the 2nd Baron Erne (afterwards 1st Earl of Erne).

Lady Elizabeth was married to John Thomas Foster MP, an Irish politician. 

This turned out to be a most unhappy marriage for her. They separated in 1781.

Lady Elizabeth was well acquainted with Georgiana Duchess of Devonshire.

Her Grace wrote to Elizabeth, suggesting that she look after - like a sort of nanny of governess - one of her children.

The rest is History: Lady Elizabeth and the Duke became intimate, shall we say; a kind of ménage à trois developed; and Elizabeth ultimately became Duchess of Devonshire herself.

The Mitred Earl

I'm reading The Mitred Earl: An Eighteenth-Century Eccentric at the moment.

It is written by Brian Fothergill for National Trust Classics.

The Right Honourable and Right Reverend Frederick Hervey was 4th Earl of Bristol and 48th Lord Bishop of Derry.

He was appointed to his first bishopric (Cloyne) by his brother, Lord Lieutenant of Ireland and 2nd Earl of Bristol.

The desired See of Derry was not vacant at that time; though Hervey was almost immediately translated to the said diocese on the death of the previous bishop.

Derry was said to be the richest and most lucrative bishopric in the established Church of Ireland.

The Earl-Bishop's income from the bishopric was £20,000 in the 18th century.

When he became 4th Earl of Bristol, his annual income doubled by £20,000 to £40,000, in the region of £6 million in today's money.

Casa Manolo's

Last night I dined at a small, family-run establishment called Restaurante Casa Manolo.

It's located at Calle Crucero Baleares.

Avenida is closed on Mondays, hence a slightly further walk across Corralejo to Casa Manolo.

This is actually a charming little place. I was greeted cordially and a table just inside the restaurant was suggested.

The walls are adorned with souvenir plates and family items.

So far (!) I have been moderating my consumption of alcohol, so I ordered a pot of tea.

This was swiftly followed by crusty bread and alioli.

The waitress was eager to show me their specialities, and brought out a large baking-tray with fish they called dorada (sea bream?). 

Then another tray of individual cooked cordero (lamb) appeared.

I opted for the fish, which duly arrived with thinly sliced potatoes and a medley of local vegetables.

The dorada was good: delicate, mild, and easily digested. There were two fillets on the plate.

The ancient gnashers had an evening off!

This otherwise fine repast was marred, I felt, by an abundance of an oily sea of stock or liquid, which might have been a mixture of olive oil and butter.

Tip One: Do not wear your best shirt!

Nevertheless, it was a well executed dish and the dorada was the main feature.

On settling my bill of about €17, I was offered a local liqueur which was reminiscent of Irish Cream; and a chocolate!

New DL

Dr Angela Garvey, Lord-Lieutenant of the City of Londonderry, has been pleased to appoint the Very Rev William Morton, The Deanery, Londonderry, to be a Deputy Lieutenant.

Dated the 31st October, 2014.

Corralejo: Arrival

I had rather a restful day yesterday, ambling about the resort and becoming familiar with old haunts.

Despite abstaining from The Devil's Brew at the airport and on the flight, I decided to let my hair (!) down, as it were.

Consequently, I parked myself at an establishment called El Cantante, which overlooks the isle of Los Lobos.

I ordered a Bacardi and cola, requested the Internet password, and began to surf.

Alas, despite the free wi-fi, it was frustratingly slow and weak.

Nevertheless, I had a very agreeable chat with a couple beside me, who were on a day trip from the neighbouring island of Lanzarote.

Thence I darkened the threshold of The Banana Bar, which affords a lovely rooftop terrace and beanbag seating.

True to form, I resorted to the Tanqueray and tonic-water.

The Internet connection was faster here; they'll receive another visit from me.

I'm expecting to dine at Avenida this evening, if I manage to get a table.

Titanic Amble

It has been a fine day in Belfast: I drove to the city's Titanic Quarter - formerly Harland & Wolff shipyard - this morning for a brief stroll.

Belfast Harbour Marina, beside the Odyssey Complex, had a number of yachts.

This marina is at Abercorn Basin; as are numerous, high-rise apartments; a hotel; a convenience store; and a café.

SS Nomadic is berthed, of course, at Hamilton Dock, which is itself at Abercorn Basin.

Closer to Alexandra Dock, where HMS Caroline is berthed, there is wasteland on one side of the road, where a "prop" belonging to the Game Of Thrones drama series rests on scaffolding.