jaimie’s was not our first choice of the place, but bath on a Sunday night brings an apocalyptic film in the senses in which the world population has mysteriously disappeared, so with our only firma the towns shy through the streets (a little exaggerated) we found that jaimie’s in the more-ascharming milsom road was our last option. the starter (meat board) was very pleasant, but I am pleased that I saved my cups and chili peppers, as the pasta sausage cardboard needed an incendiary of military proportions to extract any kind of taste from the court; but would be a big thumb of her year old. in contrast, the summer truffle risotto was aromatized, of course, one would expect some degree of pleasant attack to bud the taste, but the last thing that requires goat cheese is the level of the salt that the chef seemed to add. not bad, I may be unjust as we were saloon in the last chance, but a part of me wished we were hanged for the local kebab shop.
