When Heston Blumenthal bought his second pub in Bray, a few disgruntled locals of the gastro-hamlet expressed their irritation. There were puffed out cheeks and the waving of fists. Understandably, the inhabitants wished to hold onto their local ale house. How has The Crown fared?
Kings and Queens. Ships, Sails and Dinghies. Red Lions, Foxes, Goblins and Griffins. A pub name should not follow trend. We need more character taverns, muses David, on his way to visit The Gaggle of Geese in Dorset.
With mounting glee, I made my way to Powder Keg Diplomacy, a name just pretentious enough to pique the interest of city workers with an inexorable need to throw their ill-gotten gains on quality dining not involving burgers.
Are gastropubs what they were? Does the concept still have a place at the forefront of our culinary landscape? Noah May chews over the questions and chomps on braised rabbit leg in the cosy elegance of The Garrison Public House.
I’ve walked past The Cadogan Arms on the King’s Road many times. I’ve briefly peered…
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Alex and Rugby Jamie venture into the trendy badlands of The East End for an inappropriately romantic meal at Boundary, Terence Conran’s remarkable creation in the well-fed bowels of a Victorian warehouse.
Walking through the unassuming doors and straight into the reservation-free zone had me feeling as…
Sometimes I just can’t be bothered to come home from work and whip up a…