Reviews
I carefully chose the Vanilla Pod as a special destination to meet my best friend (of over 35 years!) on the one day annually that we get to spend together.
The selection of The Vanilla Pod was spot-on, and we couldn’t have been happier with the experience. The restaurant is intimate, serene and elegant and we were warmly welcomed by the polished maitre d’ and staff.
With lots to catch up on, my friend and I enjoyed a leisurely and delicious lunch, with exceptionally attentive service. Our creamy butternut soup made a tasty starter for a cold February day, and as a baker, I was thrilled with the accompanying presentation of a basketful of warm, homemade bread rolls (3-4 assortments) from which to choose.
My friend had the duck, which was tender and beautifully cooked, and I thoroughly enjoyed my apricot-stuffed pork loin, on lentils, with roasted vegetables - making an expert presentation of flavors, colours and flair (see photo!).
Michael Macdonald, who creates these ‘flavours to savour” in the Vanilla Pod has my firm vote, and we’ll definitely be back when next in UK. Oh, and the icing on top? The Vanilla Pod was offering a “Take Your Friend to Lunch for a Tenner” special, which made it fantastic value as well as a memorable meal!
Fiona Hughes 13th Mrch 2010
My girlfriend and I came to dinner at your restaurant Saturday evening with friends and I wanted to let you know how much we enjoyed it. We eat out a great deal and have eaten in many restaurants, some good (Le Manior), not so good (our local curry house) and this was our 3rd visit to the Vanilla Pod and I have to say that you exceeded my already high expectations of your establishment and the meal we had Saturday has to be the best meal I have ever had. It was faultless. From the mushroom mous-bouche which was packed with flavour to the gorgeous petites fours at the end of the meal every course was magnificent. The presentation was exemplary; I started with your ham hock terrine that tasted better than it looked and it looked superb, I followed with the beef and I believe I have annoyed everyone since with my constant ‘ravings’ of how good it was. The meat just melted, it was cooked to perfection and the jus was to die for and the vegetables were lovely. Finally I had the peach soup that just blew my mind. Gorgeous to look at and a complex yet refreshing flavour. Everything that was meant to be hot was piping hot and everything that was meant to be cold was freezing. Superb.The restaurant manager’s recommendations of wine were superb and the waiter was unobtrusive, professional and very friendly. Many thanks. I am no critic and I feel that I may be rambling, but I have never felt inclined to write to a restaurant as I usually find fault with something.
I just want to congratulate and thank you and your crew for an exceptional evening. I wish we lived closer so that we could visit on a more regular basis. We are already looking forward to our next visit.
With many thanks
Jon Scott - 27th June 2009
The Vanilla Pod has been occupying this cute little building for some years now. It’s a doll’s house of a restaurant refurbished in 2007 and on this sunny Saturday lunchtime it has its back doors open to allow an additional two tables into its postage stamp garden. The air con is running inside wafting welcome cool air over tidy and well-dressed tables and everything sparkles from what is obviously careful cleaning. It’s a good sign, as are smartly dressed waiters and a Maitre d’ who has old school charm and unforced friendliness.
It seems to have old school prices, too. Today for lunch it’s twenty quid for a set menu of three or four choices per course. How do they do it we wonder? Well not by cutting on quality it turns out.
Take my terrine of smoked salmon with bourbon vanilla pickled fennel, for example. Basically a compressed millefueille of smoked salmon slices dotted with dill, it was both firm and yielding and packed full of flavour. The pickled fennel was justified; crunchy, to contrast with the salmon, and sweet too, with just a hint of that vanilla rising inside the mouth and up to the nose on each mouthful. Our other starter, a salad of artichokes, woodland mushrooms, green beans and hazelnut oil, was all over the plate, as if the original dish had exploded just before service, but darting about and picking up the little pieces allowed you to mix flavours for each forkful, the hazelnut oil accentuating the meaty, forest flavoured mushrooms very well.
Our well-priced Spanish Rose, on this very hot day, proved a good choice for the food, its chilly astringency working well with everything including my main of Appleton pork. The pork was slightly overdone I felt, but still very good, and backed up by excellent mash, or creamed potato I suppose we ought to really say. Generous slices of pork too and the confit shallots added a jammy side note that the pork enjoyed as much as I did. Once again presentation was first class, classicism deconstructed and rearranged to good effect.
Pan Fried Guilt (sic) Head Sea Bream with Quinoa and Madeira Jus didn’t explain what the Bream felt so guilty about, but showed again Chef/Owner Michael Macdonald’s sure hand and experience. I like my fish skin crispy and so at first was disappointed that the jus had moistened it, but this turned out to be jus(t) fine. A quality piece of fish whose yielding texture was well-partnered by the quinoa which has a marvellous way of ‘popping’ in the mouth and makes a refreshing change from cous cous or bulgur.
Dessert of a turned out of its dish Tahitian Vanilla Crème Brulee with honeycomb like a smashed Crunchie bar around it and a butterscotch jelly, didn’t let the side down. All this for £20? The banker that was Eliot would have called that more than reasonable. In fact for the standard of the cooking and service it’s a real bank job of a steal. You want to run out the door pulling the stocking off your head, leap into the Mk II Jag and pelt off down the road with The Filth in hot pursuit. Far from being a culinary Wasteland, Marlow has in Vanilla Pod a great value fine-dining destination restaurant for all its lucky locals.
- N.H. - July 2008 - London-eating Editor
“I’ve been wanting to return to the Vanilla Pod for some time to see if the promise of fine dining back in the early days has been maintained. I’d heard happy tales from friends who’d visited and read rave reviews. Now, happily, I was back testing – and I can report that Michael’s cooking is still as good as it gets.”
- Limited Edition, July 2007
“It [the food] really is a feat for the tastebuds and eyes. When Guardian writer Matthew Fort ate here a couple of years ago he said he was “inclined to think that we may be on the verge of a golden age of British restauranteuring”. …
- Berkshire life, 2006
“A little way out of London is a restaurant I like very much: the Vanilla Pod at Marlow. It opened to great acclaim last year and I’ve eaten there a few times. The dining room is small – it only seats 30 – but the chef, Michael Macdonald, is innovative and has a deft touch. He worked for me 10 years ago when we both went to La Tante Claire under Pierre Koffman. He isn’t even 30 years old but I predict he’s going to be the next big thing.”
- Theatregoer Magazine, June 2003
“Michael cooks from the heart using exceptional ingredients. Vanilla Pod is a labour of love, and it shows.”
Gordon Ramsay when he nominated Michael Macdonald for “New Top 10 on the hot”
- Sainsbury’s Magazine, May 2003
“…food that transcends traditional methods by giving classical paradigms a bold, eclectic, modern workover.”
-By Giles Coren - restaurant critic, The Times, February 15 2003
“I mention the prices up front, because, at this level, they represent some of the best-value food in the country. The cooking is beautifully imagined, marvelously assured, impeccably judged. OK, so there’s nothing novel about an escabeche of fennel with red mullet or confit of duck leg, but when they are flawlessly executed, when the balance of the elements of each dish is perfectly realized, you just know that you are in the hands of an exceptional chef.” Score 17.5/20.
-By Matthew Fort, The Guardian, Saturday August 24, 2002