Dinner for 2 for £80.
For the past week I’ve been in that semi-lucid state that comes only from falling in love. You can’t imagine the number of times I had come across ‘Timberyard’ on some swanky blog or tucked neatly into the ‘must-visit’ section of an Edinburgh journal – surely, I thought, such attention was unwarranted for such a young enterprise (Timberyard opened in late summer 2012). But beneath the hype and all the rattled cages is great food, excellent service, and a sublime dining experience.
The brainchild of the Radford family, there’s nothing croaky about this family affair. The interiors are all luxe wood and moody but efficient lighting, and there is a lightness and ease about the place which immediately puts you in a similar mind. A fabulous drinks’ menu meant that though I couldn’t dream of drinking alcohol ever again at that point, there was a bountiful selection of handmade juices to choose from to get our taste buds going.
My mother grew up partly on the east coast of Canada, and probably bathed in seafood for all I know, but she agreed that our oyster to start was the best she had ever tasted. Served with the lightest smoked char and beach coriander, it all but did away with that hangover from a late night at the Jazz Bar. We followed this with the two ‘small’ plates from the set menu – the salmon and duck, and in a typically uncouth manner, my ma and I helped ourselves to each other’s plates, desperate to try everything on the menu for ourselves.
By the time our mains came, I was feeling a little anxious – the kind of butterflies you get before a big date. But luckily my date turned out to be Michael Fassbender with a return ticket to the moon. As I tried not to get tearful over the layers of the most succulent lamb I have ever tried, mama and I toasted to one of the best birthday meals either of us has had the pleasure to gorge ourselves on. Given the occasion, I thought it would be highly improper to skip desert – even though by this point I was entering a food coma. So between us we shared a plate, and though you’re supposed to feel like the prettiest thing in the room on your 21st birthday, I gladly gave up the title. But unfortunately, Mr.Keats, a thing of beauty is not always a joy forever: it was gone within five minutes.
I’ve come over all pink for Timberyard – this food is heartbreaking stuff, and I’m smitten. DO NOT leave Edinburgh without visiting – although do book in advance, as I’m afraid the secret’s out.
From left to right: 1. Pickled Duck, Foraged Leaves, Hazelnut, Horseradish Cream; 2. Loin of Lamb, Tomato, Peas, Courgette, Mash; 3. Elderflower Wine Jelly, Strawberry, Raspberry, Meringue, Pale Pink Sorrel.