Set over twin levels, Montrose is a tale of two halves. When you’re ushered in and up the stairs you pass the wine bar with its sharing food and casual stripped-back aesthetic. Upstairs things are equally as minimalistic, but with softer edges; plusher details.
The walls - for one - are dressed in thick layers of washed linen. Then there are the candles and the incense burning giving the whole thing a sort of monastic quality. It could all feel a bit too serious, but instead it’s calming with a surprisingly relaxed atmosphere created by a young, very cool but equally keen team.
Somewhere along the lines someone has invoked culinary higher powers to deliver a menu that holds unequivocal appeal. It starts with clouds of whipped butter, little pickled radishes cutting the fat, and dinky crab tartlets that taste of seaside summer holidays.
The deal here is a set menu, four courses with an option to add a fifth and an excellent, vibrant wine pairing should you fancy it. The concept makes sense. Unnecessary courses from a traditional tasting have been culled, and instead it’s only the elite left.
Portions are proper plates too so that you have ample time to really get stuck in. A fat piece of cured trout is classically paired with Amalfi lemon but brightened further by spruce tips and a light tartare. There’s a delicate lobster plate with equally as sweet white asparagus, so that nothing is competing but instead exists in harmony. A main of chicken might sound dull, but it’s a generous slice of juicy breast and comes with a sherry sauce and earthy kale. What’s not to like?
A dessert comes in the original image of what that should be: sweet and sticky and a glorious celebration of sugar in all her many guises. Toasted into campfire goodness via torched meringue. Churned through ice cream and puffed up in the base of a cherry blossom baked Alaska, this is the work of pastry chef gods.
Montrose is born of good stock so we came in with high expectations. Sometimes the filling of big shoes can fall short, but here Montrose have found their Cinderella moment.