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The Freemasons at Wiswell

8 Vicarage Fold, Wiswell, , Clitheroe, Lancashire, United Kingdom, BB7 9DF
Critics Review 18/20
Restaurant info
Opening Information

Wed-Sun Lunch & Dinner

Facilities
  • Private Dining
  • Outside Seating Area
  • Families and Children Welcome
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About The Freemasons at Wiswell

Description brought to you by Manchester Confidential:

Cooking goes from strength to strength at this adventurous food pub.

Roaring fires, cast-iron fireplaces and pictures of fantastically proportioned livestock lend a cosy vibe to the renovated cottages which make up what’s often been described as the original gastro pub. But don’t let that fool you into thinking this is a static operation. Following a relaunch in 2009, traditional cask conditioned ales from the region’s finest breweries are served alongside over 250 international wines. Heritage beets with English mozzarella, raspberries and hazelnuts is a typical starter followed by breast of grouse or partridge with yakatori livers, kimchee and blueberries, tandoori roast native lobster or trotters with salt baked pineapple. Steven Smith’s menu sees powerful flavours handled with ease. Pairings of vanilla slice with cardamom or sticky banana soufflé don’t drop the baton at dessert. This regular Michelin Bib Gourmand winner punches well above predictable pub fare and there’s a tasting menu too.

Cuisine: British
Price point:
£ £ £ £ £

Availability

We are sorry but this restaurant is not currently accepting online reservations through ResDiary.

Critics Review
Review by Manchester Confidential's Neil Sowerby
18/20
Oriental influence meets elite British produce for a subtle homage to a Full English. Carroll’s Heritage potatoes (the ruddy, nutty ones from Northumberland) have been cooked in a bacon dashi and are accompanied by squares of Iberico ham and ruffles of hen of the woods mushrooms. The Japanese call these maitake or 'dancing mushrooms' and laud their medicinal properties. I love their tangled chewiness, but the focal point of this dish was unleashing the yolk of a crispy, crumbed hen’s egg over the ensemble. Glorious.
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