Last night I proved that it is not, I say NOT possible for a man to have too much of a good thing - the proof is in the pudding, or puddings: there were four of them, and they were all glorious. I took three friends to Nathan Outlaw last night, whereby I - of the idea and fruition, ended up driving an hour and a half there and an hour and a half back, but was it bloody worth it (...yes). For one, they all got so arseholed that I may be the only one who can actually remember as far along as pudding. We were offered a 'special 7 course' job, so we jumped on it, as none of my guests had been before and i am a greedy bastard. This begun with a little amuse of pea soup; delicious. I am borderline obsessed (actually there is no borderline about it) with peas, so this was good news, rich but llight, fresh and full of gusto. This was followed by lovely, gentle rose veal carpaccio and tongue, then cured salmon with beetroot risotto (deemed to be the star by atleast half the party), the salmon was salmony - plump, full and lightly crisped and the beetroot risotto was beetrooty - sweet, rich and more-ish. Finally for the fishies we had wreck fish with a gorgeous creamy saffron bisque and incomparably plump flavoursome mussels - all were happy. For the main event we were given lamb, salsify and garlic with the most juicy and delicate little sweetbreads, more rapture. Then begun my downfall. Out came one sweet, delicious treat after the other: first was the gin and tonic jelly with lime sorbet, which was reminiscent of one of those sparkle lollies that I remember vividly from my childhood, in a good way. There was the blood orange mousse with almong ice cream, which could have done with a little bit more citrusy zing, but was still rather tasty, and then the rhubarb pastry thing with rhubarb and champagne sorbet - which was just cracking; tart and light rhubarb and pastry, and champagne sorbet which was more champagney than champagne - which, being the designated idiot i relished. Three deserts - enough? No. By this the drunken heathens had gravitated outside for cigarettes, so I made my move, menu over, I ordered a supplementary chocolate fondant in the hope that this would finish me off, and in the case that it didn't, a full cheeseboard to follow. Fondant was delicious, gooey, chocolatey, light yet rich as you could possibly hope for. Cigarettes over and whiskeys well under way I was helped with the cheese, thank god. I am a glutton. Worst thing is; if another pudding had been plonked in front of me I would have necked it in an instant, without so much as a blink. All in all a seriously good feed, Restaurant Nathan Outlaw retaining its place as my favourite place to eat in Cornwall - happy days.