“Any chance I can have a female waiter?”
“I’m afraid you’ve got me,” the male waiter replied.
“You really need to be female.”
“For the purpose of a blog. I’m a very famous food blogger and I want to do a gag about ‘all the things she said’ in my review of this place.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“The Russian lesbian pop act…”
“Can I take your order?”
Wow! What a space! It’s got a big, dead tree in it and everything!
Thing is, I’m not here to tell you about the space am I? I’m not a ‘Space Blogger’ am I? And if I was, it’d all be about that weirdo Tim Peak not trees in basements.
“Good point, how was the food then?” Thanks for asking. The food was alright.
There’s a small plates menu and a mains menu, we decided to stick to the small plates until I got greedy and decided to try a main too.
The mixed dim sum basket had a soup dumpling which tasted of satay which was interesting, a pork one with spicy iberico pork that wasn’t spicy and came in a pointless ‘beetroot dough’ and another one that didn’t really taste of much.
The dips accompanying this were soy, sweet chilli and a more interesting coriander and jalapeño concoction.
The chicken truffle shumai tasted of nothing but truffle, which is OK as I like truffle.
The prawn and lobster toast just tasted like prawn toast I get from my local Chinese takeaway where I get about twice the amount for half the price.
The beef and foie gras gyoza were genuinely quite interesting, although I couldn’t taste any teriyaki sauce they were supposed to be in.
The beef short rib was my favourite of the small plates, what’s not to like about ribs covered in sticky soy sauce?
The other standout dish was the XO fried rice which was very pleasing, I suppose it would be as XO sauce is delicious. It had bits of pancetta in it too which worked well.
I settled on the red pepper lamb chops for the main to try. It also said ‘hot and sour pumpkin’ under the title of the dish – I’ve got no idea why. These didn’t really taste of anything other than a slight char. Thank the lord baby Jesus Christ almighty that it was the final days of the soft launch when I visited as these would have cost £24 normally. £24! Fuck! TWENTY FOUR POUNDS.
I’m glad we went to try it out, it was fine – if I’d paid full price I think I’d currently be weeping on the bus (I’m writing this on a bus).
Will I be going back? No, well, not unless I start having an affair with the wife of a lower league footballer and want to impress her with a big pink tree, my ability to piss money away and a trip home on the 23 bus.
You’ll find Tattu Birmingham at 18 Barwick St, Birmingham B3 2NT.