Megan’s Wine Cellar

I saw what looked like a slab of tuna the size of an ocean liner rudder, I thought, ok, I don’t normally go for tuna, I have food compassion issues when it suits and I haven’t been able to face tinned fish for a while, having survived on glut loads as a student and when I’ve occasionally turned to various carne-​ations of futile types of akins diets.
I was offered this chunk of sea meat, still glistening with a hint of raw pink youthful transparency displayed beautifully on the counter-(I think of it like this as the turkish delight of the sea).
It came with the offering of a huge array of salads, but my goodness, I’m glad I’d skipped breakfast as the ‘salad’ was a heaving side selection including a scoop of sweet dried cranberry and roasted squash. A tong full of Chilli and anchovies broccoli, perfect-​almost raw but tender with a smattering of red onions, rosemary and a few black olives for great fruity/​salty balance and then a potato «salad» with perfectly poached salmon and al dente green beans with a lemony dressing all piled up next to the fish.
However I had to hark back to my tinned fish appreciation days, remembering what I once liked about the grey sea steak when my plate arrived, I think microwaved. All the cheery pinkness had faded and sadly killed the beautiful texture I was expecting.