It's not the rarest of occasions, the opening of a new fish and chip outlet in a seaside town. Frankly, it happens pretty regularly. Some chippies stay the course for decades - or in the case of Stotesbury's, Newport, over a century. But whenever new hands take up the fryer, locals do tend to pay a bit of attention. After all, a really good fish and chip shop is going to be an asset to the town. And everybody likes chips, right?
Thus Matt and Cat paid close attention when they heard that central Ryde chip shop Alexander's had closed down, and shortly afterwards reopened under a new name - Tony's. The quality of fish and chips in Ryde has been the subject of heated debate on these pages in the past, and so pretty soon M&C made it their business to get down to Tony's and find out whether it was any good.
The other day Cat was tidying her wardrobe. At the front were a pair of holographic leggings, a pair of impractical skyscraper platforms and a silver biker jacket.
Stuffed at the back was an old stripy jumper. This sweater, historic enough to be referred to as vintage, is Cat’s old faithful. Everyone has one: it could be a really comfy pair of trainers, slouchy ancient denims or, as seen in popular fiction, Jerry Seinfeld’s ‘Golden Boy’ tee.
As avant-garde as Cat’s iridescent plimsolls may be, sometimes it’s too easy to have your head turned by the latest Shiny New Thing. Every now and then it’s worth taking time to rediscover old favourites.
And so it was that Matt and Cat took a step away from St Thomas Square and sauntered down one of Newport’s characterful side streets. Although the area around the Minster is fast becoming Newport’s go-to food district, other streets are available, folks - and other eateries in those streets.
Matt and Cat’s destination was Burr’s. As they made a bee-line for one of the oldest family-owned restaurants on the Island, they speculated on whether the cosy restaurant’s extremely reasonable lunch special menu was still a thing. And, guess what, fans of good fortune? It was!
With the arrival of Ryde Thai in Union Street in early 2014, Matt and Cat declared Ryde Leisure Strip™ to be the Island’s home of international cuisine. Potential diners can zigzag across the road, lured by the tempting food of the aforementioned Thai, plus Italian, Malaysian, Indian, Wild West and until recently, Tex Mex eateries.
Although the long-established Dos Amigos unexpectedly closed this year, the building wasn’t unoccupied for long. The brightly-painted premises reopened as 'Bendula' just in time to take advantage of the influx of Bank Holiday scooterists.
With a hastily-scrawled sign board to announce its arrival, Bendula welcomed hungry middle-aged mods sporting Paul Weller haircuts and pop-art wives. However, once Ryde’s air had cleared of two-stroke smog and the plastic glasses had been swept away from the Western Gardens, Matt and Cat were delighted to see that Bendula was more than a holiday weekend joint. They mentioned the restaurant on social media and soon the virtual bush telegraph was buzzing with the voices of excited would-be diners. Usually Matt and Cat like to give a new venue a few months to wean but, as their mention of Bendula had caused such an instant furore, they were keen to check it out while it was still red hot news.
People on the Isle of Wight have long, long memories - and unforgiving ones. Matt and Cat have heard tales of folks who have vowed never to revisit a particular establishment after a single disappointing experience - and cling to that simple principle for so long that generations later their children's children are still wedded to the conviction that nobody should ever go near the place.
It's for that reason that Matt and Cat make a point of going to pretty much anywhere (at least once). Good food and service can be found in the most discreet of locations so sometimes it's worth deviating from the well-trodden path. Island eateries can change quite rapidly for better or worse, and you never know when a gem is going to turn up - or, for that matter, a lemon.
However, with nearly 2,000 licensed food premises on the Island, in nine years Matt and Cat have only managed to visit about a quarter of them. And let's not even start on about revisiting places. So it is only fair for them to confess that they'd never actually been to Adgestone Vineyard. Nor had they really considered it as a dining venue, and yet it is. Driving through the countryside one sunny afternoon they were in search of a cream tea and, having only recently enjoyed the teashop at nearby Brading Roman Villa, decided they'd like to try somewhere new. Thus they ended up pulling into the vineyard's little enclave.
The question that Matt and Cat most often hear is "Are you guys really fat?". Well, aside from the fact that Cat is not a 'guy', the answer is well… no, maybe yes, in places (mostly restaurants). While Matt is content to lean back in his chair and pat his stomach after a particularly fine mixed grill, Cat mitigates her tiramisu intake with the occasional spin on her bicycle.
The Isle of Wight is famous for its spectacular and undulating landscape. Anyone who has ever straddled a bike here will undoubtedly have encountered a climb at some point but the strenuous uphill bit is delightfully offset as you freewheel down the other side. For the less energetic there are a few flat trails on the Island, mostly on the routes of the old steam railway. One of those cycle tracks is the particularly scenic West Wight causeway, which runs alongside the Western Yar estuary. Having treadled from Yarmouth to the glorious Freshwater Bay and back, Cat drew up at the platform of Yarmouth station - now Off The Rails cafe - which was crammed with similar walkers and cyclists.
Coming to a halt on the cycle track, Cat leaned her bike against the platform with all the other bicycles (surprisingly there didn’t seem to be any bike racks at this cycle-friendly cafe). Spotting a table by the vast patio doors, she hopped in and nabbed it. This proved to be an unorthodox entry; if she’d walked in through the door she would have been properly greeted and seated and given a menu. However, having glanced around then taken a trip to the counter she was fully furnished with a menu and advised that a waiter would be over soon. Cat’s trackside seat was was an excellent place to sit and look across Thorley Brook wetland, as the afternoon sun slowly made its way across the platform.