We’ve tried much of the menu at our hotel restaurant, mostly because that's about all there is to eat up here. Breakfast comes with the room so it’s silly not to have it, and there’s nothing else within walking distance after 5 pm. With the events of the next few days, it’s really our only option, takeaway or otherwise.
The Causeway Breakfast Grill includes everything in an Irish breakfast, lots of protein and a couple bits of carb. There’s a juicy Butchers Breakfast Pork Sausage with a sweeter finish, a slice of back bacon that has a strip of bacon sticking out from a circle of leaner ham. The grilled tomato spews geysers of juice, and there’s a little pile of mushrooms as well. There’s a fried egg with a running yolk to dip the buttery triangle of potato bread and chewy bit of soda farl which has a yeasty taste and mushy-mochi feel, dense and wet where bread is fluff and air.
The Fluffy Pancake Stack is just that. Good for adults, even better for hungry kids.
The Smoked Salmon is of whatever quality, but it’s nice enough on a dense slab of wheaten bread with a pile of scrambled eggs.
The Porridge is surprisingly delicious, smooth with just the right bit of texture and a beautiful fresh-milk finish that tastes like grassy fields.
Raid the Continental Breakfast buffet for staples. Cereal, yogurt, and toast are sprinkled with a sparse selection of fruit, and a few pastries that run out fast.
The coffee, oh my, the coffee. It's in a league of its own...because I didn't know a league this bad could exist. It is like a person who has never tasted or made coffee described it to someone who’s never tasted or made coffee and then that person made it. Just use the nespresso in your room.
Lunch and dinner vary in quality, depending on what you order.
There’s a Roast Silverside of Beef Sunday special with a description that sounds so much better than it is. The scant slices of beef are tough and dry despite being doused in a rather revolting gravy. I didn’t understand the blandness everyone associates with UK fare until I encountered this. Yorkshire pudding is the only good part, a crispy, eggy pocket filled with horseradish cream. The carrots are cooked properly, but the Brussels are steamed to a slimy pulpy consistency and they’re dreadful.
Don't despair, not everything on the menu is quite that bad. There’s a caramelised onion and goat’s cheese tartlet that’s more like a quiche, filled with fluffy eggs and plenty of creamy cheese.
There’s always local beer battered fish as a fallback, featuring very crispy fish, flaky and white, fairly fresh. Triple cooked chips have a good crunch, and love ‘em or hate ‘em, there's a dot of mushy peas for some green.
The Open Steak Sandwich is my favorite thing by far. Soft ciabatta encases a McAtamney’s rolled rump which is quite tender and topped with caramelized onions. Order medium rare at most - it’s barely even pink. Pro tip: use the leftover peppercorn sauce to dip your chips - it’s nicely meaty and the black pepper adds a bite.
Afternoon Tea is only for two so if you’re dining solo, not only are you lonely, you also don't get tea.
I wouldn't say you're missing out anyway - I would say it's only alright. There’s a sausage roll with a flaky crust, smoked salmon on dense black bread. Egg salad is okay but then there’s a ham sandwich with an off-putting jelly/relish. Plain scones are delectably doughy, and when combined with jam and clotted cream are expectedly delicious.
The top tier is dense desserts, with a thick strawberry shortcake, a cheesecake with a crust full of freezer burn, and a chocolate cake that begs to be shared.
The only dessert I can recommend is the only one I tried. The Bushmills Pecan Nut Pie is honestly just a pecan pie, but that happens to be my favorite pie, and it really is quite good.
The rooms have no refrigeration, and any other food requires a drive to Bushmills proper. The food is truly okay overall aside from the coffee, but the prices are rather high, and I wouldn't have eaten here more than once by choice.
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