Krimo's future chefs...

When a teacher from Jesmond Road School asked if she could bring a couple of pupils round to Portofino as they are learning all about Italina food, I expected some teenagers.
And then Matthew and Bethany landed this morning to see how our restaurant operates.
Two adorable five-year olds, keen to learn how to make pizzas and pastas.

Then they sat to taste their own cooking. Kim served then and between the two of them they wolfed down a massive pizza. Actually, I pinched slices.
Once they finished their gourmet meal, they were kind enough to take a pizza back to school for their friends.

Great morning at Portofino.

Krimo's Young Gourmets...

Young Emilie (11) must have been so impressed with her teatime treat at Portofino that she had to write about it in our visitors book! She recommends the soup of the day among other things!!!
I love the French spelling of her name.
I shall have to congratulate her on this comment when she comes again.
Well done, Emilie!

Tourism Awards

The Hartlepool Mail reports on the North East England Tourism Awards.

Our restaurants scooped Bronze in the Taste of the North East category.
The Gold was awarded to Archers Jersey Ice Cream and the Silver to Michelin starred White Room restaurant at Seaham Hall.

Hartlepool picked two other awards. Gold for Hartlepool Maritime Experience (Large Visitor Attraction of the Year) and Bronze for Wendy Clarke in the Outstanding Customer Service Award category.

Pools for ever...

Grandson Alex had no idea what hit him when I bought him a season ticket to Hartlepool United a year ago.
So much so that, after his first match and Pools defeat back in August 2008, he asked what team we were going to support instead.
I told him it wasn't the way it worked. When you support a team, you go through the peaks and troughs, the ups and the downs but never give up.

Alex listened and listened well. He is now a staunch HUFC supporter. He knows more facts about our team than I will ever care to research.
He reads the match day magazine more ardently than a priest studies the Bible.
He knows more facts about HUFC than his times nine table. He knows how many times Ritchie Humphries has played, who has scored the most goals, who has defended best, etc...


Terry Hanlon, took this picture of us with H'angus the Mascot, smiling and laughing before we lost to Norwich...

Krimo's Candlelit Dinners...

A few nights ago, we had two birthday parties at Portofino. One was a 13th and the other 16th. The thirteen year-olds were accompanied by a couple of parents. The sixteen-year olds were solo. Twelve of them but they all behaved impeccably.

When it came to lighting the candles on the birthday cakes, both sets of girls sang Happy Birthday to each other.

Both cakes lit up the whole restaurant and the singalong created a great atmosphere.

I took this photo on my iphone.

A busy place on a Wednesday night made even "buzzier"!

Krimo's Game for a Laugh...

The Face of Tees Valley contest is hotting up.
I was invited to be a judge (as if I knew what I was doing.)
With four other judges, journalists, radio presenters and tourism officials, we had to shorlist two contestants to go head to head and become the Face of Tees Valley next March.
All entrants were absolutely magic! Exactly what we need to represent our region.
They had to take part in two physical activities, Thundercats (mini-speedboats) and Walk-on-water.
I got roped in to participate in the race and absolutely loved it.
But I declined the invitation to walk on water. I think I am claustrophobic.
We all had a lot of fun watching people trying to stand up inside the giant balls only to fall back down in hilarious heaps.
Each of the entrants later had five minutes to persuade the judges why they should be shorlisted to be the Face of Tees Valley.
I got to meet two journalists from the Evening Gazette and the Northern Echo and Graham Mack from TFM Radio.

Tomorrow the Great North Run takes place. We have already had a few people from the South of England gorging themselves on pasta in anticipation of the race.

Krimo's Midnight Walk...

I was invited by the Hartlepool and District Hospice to perform the countdown to the start of the Midnight Walk on Saturday 5th September.

On arriving the Historic Quay car park, it looked like Hartlepool's entire female population had descended on the Marina.
Daughters, mothers and grandmothers wearing something pink and sporting sparkling antlers warmed up to the sound of dance music, copying the moves of an aerobic trainer assisted by an enthusiastic bobby.
Besides raising money for the Hospice, the Midnight Walk raises awareness as to the work of the Hospice and its dedicated volunteers.
When I first got invited, I imagined myself being trusted with a starting gun and dreading it to go off in the wrong direction causing a bloody massacre. As it happened a harmless pair of scissors was thrust into my hand a few minutes before midnight.
I began the 10-to-1 countdown with the backing of a giant female choir. On reaching "1 and Go!" I theatrically cut the ribbon and quickly stepped aside to avoid the oncoming female tide. The walkers set off on their trek towards Seaton Carew. On reaching the seaside resort, they would turn and head back to the starting post to be rewarded with a medal and a hot bacon butty...
By the time the first one did just that, I was tucked away in my warm bed dreaming of the Olympics.

Flix takes off...

Flix Movie Café opens tonight after a couple of training evenings where I was dragged back into the kitchen to supervise, train, tweak and taste pizzas, burgers, chips etc...

Adam's new place looks absolutely great.

The sound and picture are really good.

Once you are sat watching the movie you feel as if you are in really cinema, but even better than that said a few of the guinea pigs who were invited to test the team.

The Hartlepool Mail gave Adam a great sending off.

Fingers crossed it all goes well from now on...

Krimo's DIY repairs

There was a time back in the early days, when money was tight, I repaired everything that broke down. Mixers, tills, fridges, cookers, etc...

The resulting electric shocks, burns, cuts and bruises never deterred me. I've drilled through water pipes, sliced across electric wires, caused total blackouts in entire neighbourhoods...

But the exhilaration when a defunct mixer whirred to life made all these minor disasters fade into insignificance.

Nowadays, three restaurants later, I am quite happy-ish at the inflated repair bills when the staff call out a qualified repairman. This leaves me free to get on with the real business of running restaurants and posting the occasional blog.

There is only one thing that I am always happy to waste time on these days.

The Stick Blender.
This is an indispensable piece of kitchen kit. Without it, soups and sauces would be sadly lumpy. Each restaurant has its own. A hefty £400 essential investment.

Every now and then, one of them grinds to a halt. Fortunately, Stuart, our helpful greengrocing delivery guy, does not mind shuttling blenders between restaurants as he goes delivering vegetables from one to the next.

And all the while I sit at our kitchen table dissecting the fatigued blender trying to bring it back to life.

Last week, Kevin, Casa del Mar's head chef said his had stopped blending.

I took it home and tonight, in between sips of wine, I dismantled it, poked, pulled, cursed and finally repaired it.

I celebrated with a long sip of wine and decided to blog this technological victory.

Krimo's Next Generation...

Our son, Adam has been in the restaurant business with us for as long as he can remember. Once at the tender age of four, back in 1985, he entertained the diners with "When Santa got stuck up the chimney..." on his plastic guitar, on the first and only time we opened the restaurant on Christmas Day.

He has managed first Krimo's and then Casa del Mar for the last nine years and now he has sprouted wings and feels he needs to do something on his own with his parents' blessing and a bit of pocket money.

He is opening...wait for it... A Movie Café...

A What??

A Movie Café. After much research, he came up with the name of Flix Movie Café. A place where one can watch DVDs, dine and drink with family and friends in relaxed surroundings, right here in the heart of Hartlepool.

As with many projects of this kind, the completion date has been a moving target but he now feels confident enough to plan on opening the doors to the public by the end of next week.

For the last two months, I have forced myself to take a backseat and watch him manage the project, helping out only when asked.
I couldn't resist for long so I donned my thinking and graduation cap to come up with the logo and website.

Karen also helped out, picking many of the colours as, unlike me, she can tell the difference between violet and lilac.

So, this is the start of the next generation! Good luck, son!

Krimo's Red Skies...

Red sky at night... A chef's delight.
Hartlepool Marina is my place of work. A wonderful place of work. Not a day looks like the next.
I took this photo on the way back from Krimo's to Portofino. I nearly cause a pile-up trying to park and get out of the car in time to catch this beautiful red sky.
Give me an evening like this and I begin dreaming of the Med, a glass of Rosé and a few sardines.
Just a simple Pavlovian reaction.
Tonight, the Marina was busy and warm. Not a breath of air.
I met and spoke to many people at our restaurants this evening.
A Galician woman and her husband from Middlesbrough celebrating their 30th anniversary.
A woman from Mauritius celebrating her birthday with her Hartlepool husband.
A family from Ayr visiting relatives in town.
Hartlepool, the Centre of the Universe!
Not a day looks like the next.

A lot of allotted vegetables...

Our green-fingered son Les and his wife Jen are living the Good Life.
You'll remember they brought me a basket of vegetables for Father's Day.
Over the last few weeks they have bombarded us with courgettes, onions, cabbages and many other vegetables from their allotment near Blackhall.
Today I decided to go and pay them a visit. It was more like farming than gardening.
So many varieties of potatoes, cabbages, tomatoes, peppers...
I once mentioned that one of my favourite vegetables was fennel. They decided to give them a try. They are some of the tastiest I have ever tasted. Check out the leaves on them.

Aubergines and gherkins are next.
Their noisy hens have also rewarded us with many delicious eggs.

Krimo's Shortlisted Again...

In the wake of our win in the Hartlepool Business Awards back in May I was encouraged to enter the North East England Tourism Awards. (Taste of North East England)
I sent off my entry without really expecting to get anywhere. North East England encompasses a very wide area full of delightful eating places from the Scottish Borders to Yorkshire. I was really surprised when I received the letter announcing the good news.
But it really seems like a feeling of deja-vu. Just like in May when I honestly doubted that we would win, I once again do not feel very confident.

Restaurants are encouraged to use local ingredients and local suppliers to support the local economy.
We have used the same local butchers, fishmongers and greengrocers for most of our 24 years in business and have always trusted them to supply us with nothing but the best ingredients, which happen to be grown, reared or caught within the region.
Most days, our fishmonger, Hodgson of Whitby Street sends his boats past Krimo's out to the North Sea to net some of the best fish around, from cod to marckerel, langoustines to crabs.
The beef and lamb that go to make our delicious dishes are reared on local farms from the Scottish borders to North Yorkshire.

We will find out in September if we have won. If we do, then we will go to London to represent the North East next Spring.

Krimo's Walking on the Moon...

Forty years ago! When I was sixteen in 1969, I could never have imagined that I would live another forty years... Moi, fifty six? Never! That is totally ancient!

I saw the Moon landing by chance.

We did not have a telly and I had no idea that the Americans were heading for the big round of cheese in the sky. Our daily newspaper reported mainly on very mundane stuff. A cat stuck up a tree. The opening of a new shoe shop in town. Vietnam.
I came across the Moon landing by chance.

My mother woke us up at around 3am.
Not to watch the landing. No, no... A simple coincidence. We had to catch a coach at 5am to go to Collo a couple hundred miles away to spend a month's holiday at my uncle's.

Excited, we all got up without a moan, had a cup of milky coffee and a chunk of buttered baguette with Mother's delicious quince jam. A quick wash and we headed for the station.

At 4am, the town was very quiet.
The only noises came from the cafés on the Square. Their owners were already busy furnishing their terraces with plastic tables and chairs.

As we passed the last café before the station, my eye caught sight of the television above the counter. The black and white picture of Neil Armstrong taking big steps on the Moon.
I was truly moonstruck but my mother only allowed me to witness a few bounces before she dragged me away, threatening to leave me home with my Dad for another week. I left Neil Armstrong bouncing and followed my mother to the Med.
My Grandmother later laughed at my tale. "It's a lie! They would've been burnt alive! Just look at it glowing."

The holiday was a dream but that morning has stayed with me ever since.

Krimo's Summertime Blues...