Devonshire Arms, Skipton : North Yorkshire

Devonshire Arms, Skipton

March 24, 2017
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The Devonshire Arms started life in the early 17th century as an inn and longhouse, where travellers and their animals would all bunk up together. It's part of the Bolton Abbey estate, whose 33, 000 acres were appropriated by the Devonshire family in 1753, and an unmistakeable air of Chateau Posh can be discerned as soon as you walk in.

The fire blazes merrily, the log pile suggests we'll be under siege until Christmas, and a handsome model of the SS Duchess of Devonshire sits in a glass case on the way to the restaurant. The cocktail lounge is plushly Axminstered, and School-of-Constable oil paintings deck the walls.

Fine diners in their Sunday-evening best leaf through the leather-bound menu and wine list. The latter is as thick and heavy as Bob Cratchit's ledger in A Christmas Carol. It's so old-fashioned here that, when we reach the restaurant in the long, candlelit conservatory, there's no sign of exposed brickwork or chrome ventilation ducts anywhere.

There's nothing old about the food, though. From the start it was full of perky ambition. Three amuse-bouches slipped down a treat: a duck burger with tamarind ketchup was a tiny concentration of richness, a beetroot macaroon with smoked salmon and horseradish filling was like a savoury meringue, while a shard of black squid-ink tapioca in an oyster emulsion was deliciously briny, despite its resemblance to a rice cracker.

You soon realise that the chef, Adam Smith, touches no food that he doesn't instantly transform, even the brown bread here made with Copper Dragon beer and potato in the dough. Smith worked for nine years with John Williams at the Ritz, and won the Roux scholarship in 2012, which meant a stint at the three-Michelin-star Le Meurice in Paris. He moved to Yorkshire soon after and is clearly going flat out for a star of his own, if this dinner was anything to go by.

Whitby crab wrapped a spoonful of white crabmeat in a gelatin skin topped with caviar and tickled with a cucumber sorbet and seaweed crisp. The portions looked delicate as new-spun silk, but huge flavours exploded in your mouth: a big taste of crab with seaweed bass notes. Scallops, sliced into roundels and marinated in soy sauce and lime juice, were heaven with avocado. Pig's head croquettes were a fine idea โ€“ a clever substitute for the usual scallop accompaniments of black pudding or bacon lardons โ€“ but were deep fried and their porky quality a little muffled.

I ordered a bottle of Condrieu, the spiritual and physical home of Viognier. The wine waiter reported that none was left but offered a Saint-Peray 2012. It was a Marsanne-Roussanne blend, whose notes of peaches, figs and a touch of pineapple were beyond luxurious. Full marks there.

Main-course turbot came surmounted by a dark meadow of chopped herbs and grated truffles that transferred subtle but sexy aromas to the brilliantly white fish. As a virgin-meets-gypsy contrast, Smith married the fish with smoked eel on burnt cabbage โ€“ a risky exercise, offering two charred items, but they all honeymooned together satisfyingly.

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