3. Breaky at the Village Store, St Helens.
It was open on a Sunday (thank god) and had a brilliant menu option dubbed Salmon Mardi Gras, which I was quick to snap up. I ended up with two perfectly poached eggs sitting on a generous serving of smoked salmon, sliced avocado and sourdough bread - which was all smothered in a delishly lemon hollandaise. A dish that danced in my mouth. They do good coffee too, but hurry: as the business is for sale.

Also open on a Sunday (but strictly a lunch-time venue) I finally got a booking here but Daniel Alps - the chef who's name had graced the venue's title - was gone. I tell you what - I didn't even notice. I eat three courses and none disappointed. The highlight was an amazing dish of sliced, pink roast lamb with beets, spinach and a super tasty sauce. They also have a cheap wine list and views that I'd be happy to die looking at.

I've never really been that mad about meat. Yep, even beef. And lamb. And chicken. So the fact I've picked a steak house as my numero uno tells you something - this place is out-of-this-world awesome or, i've become a carnivore. I'm still not that into meat, but I would be happy to regularly tuck into a melt-in-your mouth, Tassie-reared steak at this place. If only I could afford to. Save your pennies up and treat yourself.
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