Your take on life will possibly determine if you’ll like the
Corb Mari. Ask yourself this – when folk constantly mutter to themselves in public do you think of them as “local characters” or “local nutters”? If the former, then you’ll probably like the waiters here – even they are off-hand with you.
Corb Mari has a shortish carta of mainly grills and the like. While we were weighing it up, bread and olives arrived (neither very good) and a Lenguica sausage (very, very good – meaty, herby and with some chilli heat).
The companion in life orders a vegetable soup. A large bowl,arrives – creamy, almost certainly homemade and savoury with no single veggie standing out. Just the sort of dish that you’d really want to have on a cold and wet November night but it was still pretty good on this warm evening.
A sauté of mixed mushrooms and asparagus is normally my kind of starter – particularly as here, when there are some tasty interesting wild mushrooms in amongst the buttons and loads of garlic. Perhaps I was just jaded after two weeks of eating out virtually every night but it just didn’t cut it for. Can’t explain why or give any better reason – there was nowt actually wrong with it.
We both ordered fillet steak – asked for it to cooked medium. It arrived on the rare side of medium rare but was perfectly fine to eat. Fillet is tolerant like that. This was good quality meat – full of flavour and with a very good charring on the outside. Chef clearly knows what s/he is doing – even if s/he had cooked a “Spanish medium”, not a “British medium”.
Steaks came with a platter of chips and mixed veg – broccoli, cauliflower and carrot. It was good to have a meal without aubergine and peppers making an appearance. Oddly, they also came with a bowl of rice pilaff which was sweet with raisins. A strange thing to serve with steak – and one we left after a quick taste.
Apple pie had a 25 minute wait. I was too impatient for this so ordered ice-cream. Three blobs – chocolate, vanilla and a really tasty orange. The other dessert was “flan” – a favourite across the table. It came with some blobs of “squirty” cream from a can.
Coffee was good although could have been hotter.
We’d drunk a couple of bottles of water and a half bottle of something red from Inca. Bill came to €112