Even though Reading is my patch and always has been, I get asked for recommendations elsewhere fairly often. And my blog is more useful in that respect, I hope, than it used to be, with a number of reviews from beyond Berkshire and a series of European city guides you can consult to help with lunch, dinner or even coffee choices. I’m always encouraged when people tell me the city guides have come in handy: a friend told me a few weeks ago that she and her boyfriend were trying to pick somewhere for a holiday later in the year and she actually said “can’t we just go somewhere Edible Reading has been?” Few higher compliments exist.

Somewhat closer to home, I do like to have a few choice spots in my back pocket for the occasions when people ask for my help. If you want somewhere in London or Bristol, I can sort you out. Ditto Bath, Oxford, Exeter, even Swindon. But beyond that it gets sketchy. My last trips to Cardiff, Edinburgh and Glasgow were so long ago that I’d struggle to know what’s hot and what’s not these days; I could suggest somewhere, but it would be based on research rather than personal experience. And as for the likes of Manchester, Newcastle, Birmingham or Liverpool, forget it.

I’ve felt for a while, though, that Winchester was a gap in my repertoire that I ought to fix.

After all, it’s a lovely city, it’s a half hour train hop from Reading and it has plenty to do – excellent shopping, great coffee, good mooching opportunities, historic streets, pretty pubs and a gorgeous cathedral. For a long time my dining option of choice there was Michelin-starred pub the Black Rat, but the last time I went it really wasn’t great and when it subsequently lost its star I wasn’t hugely surprised. A couple of years ago it closed down, the owner citing spiralling energy bills.

And the last time I ate in Winchester it was at Rick Stein’s restaurant there, where I had a pleasant, well-mannered, expensive meal that felt a little like Hotel du Vin but ever so slightly better; Winchester has a Hotel du Vin of its own, which gives you some idea of the kind of place it is. But that was in January 2020, just before everything changed, and catching a whiffy, clapped-out Voyager train to Winchester last weekend I was struck that it had gone from being a city I knew moderately well to a passing acquaintance with whom I’d lost touch but was keen to reconnect.

I had a solo lunch reservation at Lucky Lychee, a restaurant which operated out of a Greene King pub called the Green Man, a fifteen minute walk from the train station and not far from the aforementioned Hotel du Vin. The brainchild of couple James Harris and Nicole Yeoh, it started out in street food and home delivery before getting a residency at another Winchester pub and then moving to the Green Man two years ago. Harris and Yeoh met in Malaysia, and their menu spans Malaysian, Thai and Chinese dishes.

I had discovered it through an Instagram post I stumbled on which was singing the praises of Lucky Lychee’s brunch roti wraps, a fusion of Malaysian and British food, and although the post was written by a person who used the word “sossidge”, there was something about the food that looked unmissable. Sometimes you can just look at a menu and suspect two things: first, that you’ll eat well, and secondly that you’ll find it impossible to decide exactly how you will eat well. Lucky Lychee’s menu was one of those, and I reached the front door of the pub with a heady blend of excitement and anticipation.

It helps that it’s such a handsome pub, all dark muted tones and wood panelling. The front room looked like a proper boozer, if a classy one, with high tables and sturdy leather-topped benches. Further through, near the fireplace, there were comfy booths and tastefully-upholstered sofas. But I was sat in what I imagine was the dining room, on a banquette, looking out on the whole thing, sunlight sneaking in through the windows. The table opposite me was occupied, with a couple making inroads into a tempting-looking lunch order, but otherwise it was pretty quiet. It was one o’clock on a Saturday not that far from payday. Had I made a mistake?

Not based on the looks of the menu, anyway. I actually think a weekend lunchtime might be the trickiest time to visit Lucky Lychee, because you have a selection of what are dubbed snacks but looked like starters and small plates, their lunch menu – a slimmed down version of their evening offering – and the brunch menu.

And that’s where it got really difficult. Because the lunch dishes – 8 hour rendang, tom yum king prawn fried rice and the like – looked extremely tempting. But it was the brunches that first drew me in and that selection was calling to me every bit as much. The idea of curry sausages and fennel cured smoked collar bacon, bound up in a flaky roti wrap with lime mayo and sweet chilli sauce sounded too good to miss. A great hangover cure too, and after a couple of bottles of red with my friend Jerry the night before it sounded just the ticket. What to do?

In the end I decided to postpone the decision by ordering snacks and seeing how I felt after that. But first I ordered a drink. Lucky Lychee boasts a fascinating range of low intervention wines, but postponing the hair of the dog for the time being I decided to try an iced Milo, allegedly a popular chocolate malt drink in Malaysia. It was nice enough, though the ice took some time to get the overall experience below lukewarm. Perhaps the glass was straight out of the dishwasher: either way, it may well have been thoroughly authentic but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d just spent four pounds fifty on a Nesquik.

That was the last – the only – misfire of the entire meal, and everything after that was so terrific as to render it insignificant. Chicken karaage was a decent portion for eight pounds fifty, and if it ever so slightly lacked crunch, the flavour that had permeated the chicken thighs, from soy, oyster sauce and rice wine, more than made up for it.

Mayo is a frequent accompaniment for karaage but rarely is it anywhere near as good as Lucky Lychee’s, which was positively awash with citrus. I kept going back and forward between this and my second small plate, trying to figure out which I liked the best.

I think though, on balance, the second small plate was ever better. Billed as Penang pork spring rolls it was really nothing of the kind. I mean, technically it was, but the ratio of dense, delicious meat to wafer-thin, greaseless pastry made it something closer to a sausage roll (or, if you’re three, “sossidge roll”) that was all sausage and no roll.

But that’s not all, because the meat was beautiful – shot through with tiny dice of carrot and, I think, spring onion. The menu said that it was marinated in a 10 spice powder and I could well believe it, because I’m not sure I’ve ever had anything like it.

I’m conscious that this is my third solo review in a row – and yes, I might be auditioning for some additional dining companions. It meant I ordered slightly more food than I strictly needed, to try and give the menu a fair run out. But I was as pleased as Punch not to have to share these spring rolls with any other fucker. They were mine and mine alone, and it was a beautiful moment.

My server, who was downright lovely throughout, gave me a little time after my starters were cleared to make my decision. As I mulled it over, I ordered a glass of white wine, a German riesling which turned out to have plenty of zip and pith, and a little honey. And the more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t decide: brunch or lunch? Buttery roti or something with rice?

It wasn’t easy but in the end, believe it or not, I was thinking of you lot. I decided you’d find an idea of Lucky Lychee’s dinner and lunch options more useful than a brunch, however good. So I forwent that roti stuffed with good things, and decided that if I walked away disappointed it was all your fault.

Gladly, nothing was your fault and my main course was one of the most enjoyable things I’ve eaten all year. Billed as honey Marmite chicken, it wasn’t a combination I’d ever considered or even heard of, although a Google suggests that it is indeed a dish eaten in China and Malaysia. But honestly, it was such a phenomenal combination. The chicken, thigh again, was in a crispy, craggy coating, studded with sesame seeds, and it had all the textural interest that the karaage had only just failed to bring to the table. But what made this dish, and made it one I’ve thought about many times since, was the sauce.

What a sauce! You might not like Marmite, you might not like honey – for what it’s worth I love both of them – but this sauce from Lucky Lychee managed to completely transcend either Marmite or honey, being infinitely more than the sum of those things. So you had the huge, salty savoury depth that came from the Marmite (and, apparently, a bit of oyster sauce) and the almost smoky sweetness from the honey, dovetailing and transforming in a way that was nothing less than magical.

Add in some just-cooked peppers and a sprinkling of peanuts and you had one of the most intensely moreish dishes I’ve eaten in well over a year. Put it this way – last month I ate at Kolae, one of the most hyped restaurants in London right now, and I had some of the most fascinating dishes I’ve sampled in a long old time. But nothing there matched the joyousness of this honey Marmite chicken.

I spooned, and then scraped, every last bit of sauce onto my fluffy jasmine rice, I cleaned my plate as best I could without abandoning decorum, and I wondered when I could eat this dish again. I love fried chicken, which ultimately this dish was, but I couldn’t remember trying anything quite like it.

By this point I was gratified to see that a few more people had taken tables in the pub. A young couple came in, him with a London Review Of Books canvas tote, her with one bearing the logo of Shakespeare & Co, the legendary bohemian Paris bookshop, and took the table near the window that had been occupied by others when I came in. I smiled at them – I’m not sure when I reached the age where I’m twinkly and avuncular, but sadly that point has come – and then I peeked nosily as they ordered from the brunch menu.

One of them had ordered a roti that was served absolutely stuffed with beef rendang, and as I saw it come to the table I realised there was nothing for it: I was just going to have to return, sooner rather than later. I realised my mistake hadn’t been to order lunch instead of brunch, it had been not to order brunch, find some excuse to loiter around Winchester for five hours and then go back for dinner. Never mind – I was already planning multiple return visits, with a pretty good idea of at least one person, miffed to have missed out on this trip, who would insist on trying it out.

Lucky Lychee does have a dessert menu, but on this occasion it didn’t have enough to tempt me. It’s mostly ice cream and affogato, with just two more interesting options – a banana spring roll and a piña colada crème brûlée. I had it mind to possibly grab an ice cream from Chococo, across town, so I decided to settle up and amble to Coffee Lab for a latte. My bill came to just under forty-eight pounds, not including tip. The most expensive thing I had was the honey Marmite chicken, which was under fifteen pounds. It would be hard, I think, to spend fifty pounds on lunch better than this.

As you’ve probably gathered, I truly adored Lucky Lychee. And weirdly, just as with Bombay Brothers last week, I came away feeling that I hadn’t seen the restaurant at its absolute best. With Bombay Brothers that was driven by a faint hope that surely it could be better than that, but with Lucky Lychee it was more an awareness that, phenomenal though my meal was, I suspected they were capable of even more.

I need to go back – to try the brunch menu, to work my way through the other snacks, the curry puffs and sesame prawn toasts, and to try the full gamut of their main courses at dinner time. Char siu with honey rhubarb glaze has my name on it, as does the Guinness chicken with lychees. And that rendang.

Who am I kidding? I want to try all of it – and rarely have I come away from a restaurant so simultaneously delighted with everything I had and frustrated that I wasn’t able to polish off more. The other thing I kept thinking was that this is a restaurant operating out of a Greene King pub. So I cast my mind over all of Reading’s Greene King pubs – the Roebuck, the Palmer Tavern, the Outlook and so on – and thought how sad it was that none of them had done anything this bold. Another one to chalk up under I wish Reading had something like this.

Don’t get me wrong, its closest equivalent is the Moderation, a fine pub. But Lucky Lychee was properly next level stuff. As so often, going away from Reading reminds you of the things Reading is still missing. Maybe we’ll get a top notch Malaysian restaurant at some point, but I’m not holding my breath. On the plus side, I now have somewhere to recommend whenever anybody asks me where’s good in Winchester. But this is the drawback: how am I ever going to review anywhere else in the city, if it means missing out on eating at Lucky Lychee?

Lucky Lychee – 9.0
The Green Man, 53 Southgate St, Winchester, SO23 9EH

https://www.luckylychee.uk