Whilst strolling through the New Town with the vague intention of grabbing some lunch at Lezzetli’s Dundas Street outlet, I came across French Press, recognised the name as a place where Total Food Geeks’ Georgia had visited, the other day, so decided to pay it a visit.

Open since Good Friday, French Press is a nice little coffee shop, still working to develop its range of offerings and find its feet.

Exterior

I was greeted by charmingly friendly counter assistant, who was extremely a ray of sunshine on a cloudy and cold day. In a moment that will live on as one of the most terrifying moments in questing history, it came to light that they didn’t have any soup!

“We’re looking for a supplier.” Well, I’d suggest they strike up a deal with Union of Genius, immediately, then patrons will never have to face the horrifying sensation that I experienced.

Anyhoo, my attention was taken by smart looking savoury treats, although the price tags looked a little alarming. I opted to match a rustic baguette filled with smoked chicken, apricot and orange chutney, and salad leaves, with a haggis stromboli, which the lovely counter girl warmed through for me. I had visions of lava consumption, reminiscent of my gnocchi from earlier in the week.

Stromboli

But most pressingly, I had to deal with the prospect of paying £8 for these two items. £3.50 for a sandwich, particularly with the unusual flavour combination on offer was fair enough, but £4.50 for the stromboli was truly eye-watering. Essentially, the place isn’t currently priced for takeaway. If they want to do takeaway business, they will need to re-examine their pricing.

So, armed with my precious cargo, I return to the confines of the ivory basement. Both items looked pretty good. I started with the stromboli. The bready pastry with haggis and cheese filling was alright, but nothing to write home about.

Baguette

The baguette was a little better, at least partly because of the novelty of the flavour combination, which worked pretty nicely. I’ve talked before about my issues with gum-scrapingly over-fired baguettes. This one was extremely rustic, required a lot of “jaw work” to chew, it but just about stayed on the right side of pleasing.

So, I think French Press has a little way to go, but it’s in a lovely spot, has welcoming service, and is quite stylishly turned out, so has every chance to progress into a thriving little café. It needs to sort its price-point, though, as on my journey to its door, I walked past a number of places providing three-course lunches for the same money they’re offering you a sandwich and a pie.

Scores
Blythe scores French Press:
3/5 for food
3.5/5 for presentation
4/5 for service
3.5/5 for setting
giving an overall 14/20

Today’s quester was: Blythe

I ate: smoked chicken, apricot and orange chutney and salad baguette; haggis stromboli

I drank: nowt

I wore: the inescapable walking boots

Total bill: £8

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Written by BKR