Crossing the Solent – the shipping-choked channel that separates the Isle of Wight from England’s south coast – feels like slipping between eras. Even in 2022, the Isle is set apart from the rest of the country, physically and spiritually; a diamond-shaped rock where faded Victoriana and genteel harbour towns give way to rolling downland dotted with neolithic barrows, tumbledown beaches and languid coves. The local history is one of dinosaurs, wrecking, latent paganism, seaside whimsy and psychedelic counter-culture. It’s a place out of time.
The sentiment could once have been levelled at the island’s dining scene: for decades a moribund world of good produce, dull pubs, archaic metrics of quality and inelegant takes on global cuisine. So far, so regional. But something is up, in the water and in the soil. Once calcified, the Isle’s food culture is on the ascent. With 150 square miles of rural sprawl and rugged coastline, the county is a small-scale agricultural and fishing haven – comparable to Cornwall in beatific natural splendour and a staycation-spurred boom in visitors that’s making it one of the UK’s most quietly thrilling food destinations.
This wave of revitalised oldies and fresh openings is startling. Take Freshwater’s Red Lion, a wilfully low-key gastropub that should be feted by Estrella, if they ever do the rounds. Or the alfresco True Food Kitchen at Castlehaven, hawking meticulous Asian-Pacific bowls in a scenic position above the waves near St Catherine's Lighthouse.
Brasher are Colwell’s beachside-bistro The Hut, and The Conservatory at bijou Yarmouth hotel The George, which welcome a yearly influx of pink-shorted Sloanes to hammer seafood platters and jeroboams of rosé. Out east, there’s modern-British Aquitania at the Seaview Hotel and pan-global tasting joint Heron in Ryde, plus the Michelin-approved restaurant at Ventnor’s The Hambrough. A fecund selection, sure – but two places particularly represent the Isle’s divergent best.