Last night, we went to the Draper’s Arms with my brother and sister in law. This is a nice spot – it is basically a smart pub that serves awesome food (definition of a gastropub, I suppose). My husband knows the owner – he used to work with him (years and years ago).
L and I had salmon tartare to start, the duck breast with kale and then cheese. My brother and my husband both started with chicken livers on a pancake then had partridge – I think my husband had ice cream and my brother had some chocolate thing for pudding.
There was one big table playing Jenga and screaming really loudly but they left after being shushed (and glared at) by the other people there. I hesitate to say that they were just young – I think they were just irritating and hadn’t cottoned on to the fact that they were in the dining area.