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    Miller & Carter - Food

    Miller & Carter

    3.0(3 reviews)
    15.4 km
    £££

    Wouldn't serve my wife and myself because of a supposed kitchen fault. No explanation…read more They should have had a sign at the entrance warning potential customers!

    The importance of first impressions is overrated and the abiding memory is usually of the last act…read more That is true in politics (no one remembers any redeeming features in Blair or Brown), in theatre, in literature (with the possible exception of a Tale of Two Cities) and it is certainly true in dinner. That being the case, I start with dessert. A Baked Alaska was once regarded as a miracle of gastronomy: cold ice-cream encased in meringue, flash-baked in a blazing oven. The dish ought to be a perfect clash of textures, with the warm crispness of the meringue set against the icy softness of the ice-cream. In many ways the dish (so named in 1876) is the ancestor of the spherification, suspension and distillation utilised so spectacularly by the incumbent ranks of alchemists occupying head chef positions throughout the land. Sadly, at Miller & Carter, Aughton, on father's day, despite ordering a Baked Alaska, what was received was merely an "Alaska". That is, an unbaked Baked Alaska. One which had been removed from the freezer, taken nowhere near an oven and then served after a blow-torch had been casually and briefly waved in front of it. I am confident in that appraisal because, first, our table also took delivery of a crème brulee which had certainly been subject to the blow-torch and, secondly because I put my theory directly to my waitress who offered no denial. The unbaked Baked Alaska is not a miracle of gastronomy, let me assure you. The meringue mixture was goo, suspended in place temporarily because its molecules were huddling together in the cold. The erratic blow-torch scorching assisted in no respect. The ice-cream middle was cold, indeed so as to be impenetrable with a mere spoon. It was a terrible way to end a meal. It was an insult to the history of the dish, to the restaurant and to the individual who permitted it to be served. Other than by making a conscious effort, it is a struggle to remember what had come before: last impressions. However, up until that point the meal had been enjoyable. A starter of duck rillette came individually potted and sealed with a plug of yellow fat. It was perfectly seasoned, served with sweet red-onion chutney and just sufficient toast, which is the perfect amount. Then onto the main. Being a steakhouse, whilst there is variety on the menu, ordering something else is bit like spitting in the face of the concept. The steak also provides comedy value, with the presentation of a needlessly over-sized knife which, happily, is not indicative of the meat being as tough as old boots and needing a cutlass to get through. The ribeye was recommended as best cooked medium and, as requested, did indeed come medium. That is practically a triumph by typical standards. The peppercorn sauce - served on the side - didn't so much kick as prod discreetly, but was a good accompaniment, although the parsley butter melted directly onto the steak seemed a little like over-kill. Rings of fried red-onions melted sweetly. All was well and dessert menus were presented with a flourish and accepted with relish. A Baked Alaska presented the opportunity to cap off a nice lunch with something memorable...and therein lies the problem...

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    Fairways Restaurant

    3.8(4 reviews)
    5.6 km

    Golf and nice food. Was there ever a better combination? Well, how about Taste Liverpool…read moreaccredited? Elegant surroundings? Gorgeous views? Isn't that the perfect spread to smear on your bread? I personally rule at golf. Okay, I've only tried it on the Wii but I smash out the competition in all instances. Anyway, if I were to slug my non-existent clubs around the golf course for... however many rounds a... match? of golf requires, I'd certainly want to satiate my appetite here. With luxurious decor and panoramic views as delicious as the food itself of the Welsh hills and the Lancashire plain, superb service and even a balcony to drink those views in much better, you can't really go wrong. And as for the food, it's got a great rep and rightly so. Fresh, tasty and sumptuous, the portion sizes are just right and the flavours are rich. Fairways scores a birdie in my book.

    It would have to be the views that drove me to go to Fairways restaurant. Even if they didn't give…read moreme any food at all, I would still pay for a meal, just to be able to go and enjoy the perfect setting. Thankfully, and I am sure that you are pleased to know, they do provide me with a delicious meals, before at fairly reasonable prices. On the first floor (there is a chairlift if you fancy a ride and didn't want to take the stairs) is the restaurant which is spacious and elegant. The room is rich in colour and has plenty of natural daylight with windows overlooking the golf course on both sides. It also has a balcony with tables and seating offering awesome views over the course and surrounding countyside. Definitely worth a visit.

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