USUALLY at the forefront of my mind for its indulgent and beautifully presented deserts - a giant portion of pavlova laden with a mound of delicious berries is always a winner - Bill's Produce Store in Brighton has now provided me with yet another reason to justify it's heaving queues for a table. Pesto. Not my favourite of flavours, as I often find it quite sickly in both taste and texture, I have now had to rethink my opinion of this condiment.
The pesto at Bill's is delicious. So good I found myself eating it with a fork, bypassing the toasted rye bread that it came with. Chunky in texture, with barely a hint of the oil slick that you often find at the top of shop bought pesto, the parmesan flavour that came through was intense; alongside the occasional burst of a pine nut on the palate thanks to it not being blitzed into oblivion, the whole experience of eating what could have been considered a simple snack was elevated to the revelatory experience that I love pesto. As long as its Bill's.
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