Perhaps six restaurants was too few? Should I have aimed higher? I certainly didn't expect to complete this goal within a year, but here we are: of the four nights that I was in Yorkshire, I ate at a restaurant on three of them. Let's face it: it was that or supermarket sandwiches in my hotel room. Not inspiring.
on Saturday the 2nd I ate at Da Mario's, an Italian restaurant. I had a goat's cheese salad followed by tortelloni with asparagus. Very nice. I wish I could say the same for the orange juice I had with it, which seemed to be reconstituted, and resulted in pale squash-flavour at the top of the glass and soupy sweet gunk at the bottom. The house white was OK, however.
on Sunday I had pizza with a friend.
on Monday the 4th I ate at Shabab Pavilion, an Indian restaurant. Started with poppadoms, and had a very nice gobi aloo sag (cauliflower/potato curry) for the main course, with peshwari (almond/sultana) naan.
on Tuesday the 5th I ate at Safran, a Persian restaurant. I was in something of a hurry, having found a concert I wanted to go to at Leeds Parish Church (above). I started with aash-e-reshtah (an absolutely delicious noodle and bean soup) and had all that I could manage of an enormous portion of fesenjaan (walnut sauce) with rice.
Now I've learned not to be shy about asking for a table for one, I'm finding that I can be a lot more adventurous about where and what I eat. In each of the cases above I walked in off the street because I fancied the look of the place. In each case I found something that I liked all or most of, at a reasonable price.
That said, I'm not convinced that eating out is really a habit that I want to get into. Just to remember that it's a possibility that exists, and, when I'm out with friends and it's my turn to pick the eatery, to have a little more trust that we'll find something edible.