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5 Oldgate
Morpeth
Northumberland
NE61 1PY
01670 514666
www.facebook.com/socratesno5
Never go back, they say. They were right.
Last year I reviewed one of the most unusual little restaurants in Northumberland, called Holystone Lodge. It was literally in the middle of nowhere, unless you happen to live in the village of Sharperton, in which case it was in the middle of everywhere.
It was buzzing with happy locals and a wonderful lamb kleftiko.
There was other good Greek food too: a tomato-rich, spicy kapama, and a baklava to die for, light, flaky, nutty and drooling with honey. It didn't call itself a Greek restaurant, and the non-Greek food didn’t really work for me, but it had a chef called Socrates, who was as Greek as the drachma.

This town, for many years a culinary desert, is finally gaining some good restaurants. I’ve already recommended one lively Italian, Marabini’s, and the charming Nadon Thai, and it’s not too far from St Mary’s Inn to the south or The Northumberland Arms to the north. However Morpeth’s town centre could really do with a few more foodie haunts.



Sadly, Socrates hasn’t taken my advice after my visit to Holystone. His menu is still littered with all the items I didn’t appreciate last time: the stacked black and white pudding, scallop and prawn filo pastry nest, pork with cream and cider. But there, hidden amongst the ‘Mediterranean Specialities’, was lamb kleftiko.
There was also a specials board from which I chose a starter of ‘traditional open gyros” (pork kebab with proper Greek pitta bread).
The pork was cubed, well marinated and smoky, and the flat bread was delicious, served correctly with homemade tzatziki.
Mrs Diner's
‘sticky chicken’ was a bland, unsticky sauce smeared over chicken breast, sprinkled with sesame seeds.
Our friend had grilled goat’s cheese, with a generous slice of Serrano ham, and a roast fig. Unlike the gyros, these two starters were no more than canapés for some hearty white and red wine.


There was only one choice by the glass, but all the wines were modest, nothing more (or less) than about £16 a bottle. We didn’t risk the Retsina, or the Greek red.
Then to the mains. Now I know Socrates wrote ‘Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle’, and I’m aware that the hardest battle of all is being an owner-chef with an implacable food critic in the house, but I have to report that I was really disappointed.
Sure, this restaurant has only been open a couple of weeks, but Socrates has been serving up this same menu for years, so I expected him to get it right in his own place.
Unlike Holystone, where the kleftiko was melting, the sauce intense and fresh, this tasted like roast lamb with mint gravy.
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Kleftiko at Holystone, 2014 |
In fact, we saw roast lamb with mint gravy on the specials board and wondered if Chef might be cutting corners.
Even his potatoes lacked the pretty scalloped presentation of before.
Our friend’s ‘chicken sizzler’ (I have no idea quite why she placed this eccentric order in a Greek restaurant) had a little chilli spicing, and it certainly sizzled, but it was smothered by cream and sweetness.



Nevertheless, our spirits were lifted by a jolly, keen if inexperienced young waiter and copious amounts of cheap wine. We even looked forward to dessert.
Keen waiter recited the list, then told us, confidentially: “there’s also white chocolate brownie – he made it fresh today”.
So nothing else is fresh, then? I was about to say, but I was quelled by a dark stare from Mrs Diner. Be kind! it was saying.
As it happens, it was the right question to ask. Baklava, so light and moist, fresh and nutty at Holystone, turned out to be a leaden brick of disappointment. It was as old and crusty as my mood.
We relied on the freshly made white chocolate brownie for redemption.
What arrived at the table was sticky toffee pudding. It was two slices of brown sponge, drenched in caramel, and was unlike any brownie I'd ever encountered. So, as sticky toffee pudding was on the menu, we assumed there’d been a mistake and sent it back.
The waiter returned sharply, bearing news from the kitchen. This was indeed white chocolate brownie. Socrates had spoken.
As his ancestor had declared, millennia before: the only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. This philosophy would, of course, make my job as food critic instantly redundant.
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