Let’s play a word association game, I’ll say a word and you have to say the first thing that comes into your head.
Me: Oysters
You: SEX! GAGGING! SEA CREATURE!
Whoa there, well I’m certainly glad you didn’t accompany me to The Oyster Club last week.
As a man of impeccable taste you won’t be surprised one bit to hear that I like oysters, there’s something about slurping something from a shell and dribbling sea juice down my chin that really does it for me.
Having dined at Adam’s a couple of times I had high hopes for this place (I could have used the word eatery there but I wouldn’t do that to you).
Seeing tempura oysters on the menu filled me with joy and nostalgia. I first had something similar at The Merchant’s Tavern nearly six years ago, it was the night I told my wife I love her on the top deck of the 242 bus – a simpler time.
Here, I found myself declaring my love once more, the tempura oysters were delicious. I could have sat eating them until I needed an awkward hospital visit.
“What seems to be the problem, Mr Boy?”
“I ate 400 oysters in 15 minutes.”
“FETCH THE PUMP.”
For my main I had halibut and chips, I’d read a few people mention the price of this – and having to buy the chips separately, I could be wrong but I think they’ve amended their prices. Now, I know some of you are never going to agree that paying £23.50 for fish and chips can be justified, however, I’m here to tell you you’re wrong.
It was so good, I went all quiet as I ate it. The light batter on the perfectly cooked fish was a delight. The big, fat chips perfectly salted and vinegered.
Washed down with a reasonably priced glass of Picpoul it’s a perfect pay day treat.
My only gripe was the dessert, we shared a chocolate fondant with salted caramel ice cream. The ice cream didn’t taste of much and the fondant didn’t taste too dissimilar to one you’d get in an M&S 2 for £10.
So, in summary I’d highly recommend perusing the menu at this Birmingham city centre eatery.