Gibraltar is a decidedly odd place. I arrived there expecting some Brits (correct, there are lots of the tattooed and generously proportioned variety), a lot of hidden money (also correct as evidenced in the form of multiple PO Boxes, banks and yachts) and a giant rock (giant indeed).However, it’s a far cry from Monaco, Jersey and other tax dodging rocks. I see now where El Dorado came from. People refer to “The UK” all the time, a sure sign that they haven’t set foot in the “UK” for many a year. It also possesses a Marks and Spencers and all the restaurants offer fish and chips or bizarrely, Toad in the Hole. Does anyone still eat that? There is an ever present sense of the 80s about everything, as if someone in a trench coat wielding a file-o-fax might appear at any given moment.
The old town looks like a slightly Spanish version (add some palm trees) of a British Seaside resort; a bit dilapidated and well, low rent really. A bit of money wouldn’t have gone a miss in the town centre, but instead, Taylor Woodrow of all people have chucked years of resources at the colossally unsubtle Ocean Village. http://www.oceanvillage.gi/leisure.html Ocean Village consists of clusters of marina side concrete frame and blue-glass balconied high rise apartment blocks with retail and bar/restaurant use to the ground floors. There is a KFC and Pizza Express for the homesick, the Celebrity Wine Bar (sadly no celebrities were spotted), an Irish Bar, and a casino at which I squandered £20 Gibraltar pounds rather quickly by loosing at Pontoon. The Casino has a terrace restaurant with seating outside to watch the sun go down over the marina. The food is all two for one and indeed you get what you pay for, no one is there to eat really are they, it’s all about the chips and tables inside. I ate a rather unexciting skewered prawn salad and the rest of the menu is all grilled meat and chips with some curried elements which gives them licence to be “fusion”. In fact it’s all a bit Angus Steakhouse but cheaper, and you get to watch the sunset, so no complaining.
Taylor Woodrow seems to be behind all of the obvious development on the rock including the yacht strewn Queensway Quay, which is a rather more upmarket glamorous affair smelling of new money. There is what looks like a private marina overlooked by terraced Mediterranean style apartments with quality finishes and nicely landscaped. The yachts here are bigger and sleeker (although still not in the proper look-at-me-I’m-an-Oligarch-yacht bracket). There is, though a carrier moored slightly further out with a helipad no less. Queensway Quay has a number of marina side restaurants and bars. The Fish Place is well reviewed due to it’s menu of fresh catch everyday, the bars are favoured by the sailing and racing types but I went for The Waterfront, http://www.gibwaterfront.com/waterfront.html. Not because of anything I’d read or heard about it’s food but simply because they had a TV showing the fate of Paraguay or some such Latin outpost in the world cup and Mr Gorb cannot miss a minute of such a contest. Ho hum. 
Anyway it was a reasonably good choice. The Waterfront is styled with a mix of natural stone walls, exposed brickwork and has a slightly nautical theme. It’s all a bit hit and miss in that the industrial ductwork doesn’t quite work with the wooden cubicles and the brickwork and pink accessories. The overall effect is a little bit Jolly Roger. But none the less the food is good. The menu has a good fish and grill selection and the wines weren’t over priced. The cod in cream and chives with crushed potatoes was nicely cooked and 
not over seasoned. The grilled meats are a speciality and the steak was pronounced “not outstanding, but substantial”, i.e. the quality versus size debate to which, in my eyes, the answer always depends on how hungry you happen to be. Deserts follow the same pattern, one giant slice of lemon meringue pie appeared but for those who don’t have the appetite there are the wonderful Movenpick ice-creams by the scoop on offer. It’s not going to win any awards but compared to some of the options in the old town or a KFC in Ocean Village then it’s clearly the best place to go. I can see how the yacht owning tax dodgers might like it too.
There are always the monkeys to see, the Pillars of Hercules, St Michaels Cave, the Rock Hotel and also “that petrol station" if you’re Irish. O’Callaghans Hotel http://www.eliotthotel.com/ just off Main Street, is a nice hotel in a reasonable location with a roof top pool and decent views for a base.
