On Sunday we went for lunch at the Red Lion. This used to be a place where dogs could go absolutely anywhere but children had to stay outside but I think they’ve changed management and are now quite pro children. We did sit outside though (turns out you really need to book) and it was pretty nice. My children got to say hello to several dogs that were being walked and, at one point, an old horse called Albert who came up to our table in the hope of biscuits. He was very round and stuck his tongue out (he had no front teeth, being over 25, which is ancient in horse years). There’s something very comforting about having a horse breath out of his nostrils into your right ear (I am serious).
I had mushroom and blue cheese risotto and my husband had a steak pie. My son had a burger and my daughter had fish and chips.
Afterwards, we went for a walk around the churchyard at All Saints’, which is where Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s wife Emily is buried.
Hope you’re all having a lovely weekend. In the week, we went to a marvellous breakfast place called Sunday. I’d never been there before but it was very good indeed – on a freezing Thursday morning, on a street that is (to me) in the middle of nowhere and it was packed.
I had the pancakes. I crave pancakes pretty much all the time; my body must be trying to put on fat for the winter. Not that it needs any more.
My husband had the full breakfast, which he said was very good. If we’d been there after 11am, he would have had the rarebit.
A little over a week ago, it was our wedding anniversary. We ended up going out this week because our babysitter cancelled a couple of hours in advance on our actual anniversary and, being the IoW, there were no other babysitters around. So we went out in London instead.
We both had the foie gras to start, with a glass of Tokaji. We also had a bottle of the Gimlett Road Chardonnay – it was a lighter wine than the ones that had come out of there a few years ago but it was still very good.
Then we shared the chateaubriand, which was extremely delicious.
We had a bottle of the Givry, which you don’t see very often. It’s a bit lighter than the Gevrey-Chambertin but the region is very close.
At the end we had cheese. They have a really, really great cheese trolley. You should go there for the cheese trolley, it is probably the best in London.
They also have a terrific pub (The Tavern), which is right round the corner and has great beer. We started off there.
The other day, we went to Little Georgia with some friends. I’d never been here before – one thing about having to get a babysitter is that it makes you lazy. We tend to go to the same places over and over again because going somewhere new means taking a risk.
Anyway, Little Georgia was very good (and our friends had been before). We had a marvellous cheesy bread thing and I had poussin.
We also had a bottle of some sweet red wine which our friend Z said was Stalin’s favourite.
By the end of the night, I was a bit plastered. But it was very good.
On Thursday lunchtime, M and I went for lunch at the Delaunay. This is very similar to a place we went to in Marylebone called Fischers but grander. We were a little bit early so had a drink (champagne for me, bloody mary for M) at the bar.
The lady came up fifteen minutes later, rather embarrassed (I think they may have forgotten about us or given our table away earlier) to say that our table was now ready and that as we’d been waiting, our drinks were free. Bonus! Especially as we’d been having a nice chat and admiring the cakes.
We both had a burger (medium rare, really good).
For pudding, I had the baked cheesecake and M had something called the Franz-Joseph Kaiserschmarren (chopped up pancake with plum compote and cream).
At the end, we each had a coffee (Kaffee Kirsch).
Afterwards, we were super full and more or less rolled out the restaurant. We ended up going to a design shop called Aram, where we admired how everything looks and bitched about how uncomfortable the chairs were. Perhaps I am too middle aged to appreciate modern design any more – I used to love that sort of thing when I was in my twenties.
After Pidgin, we went to Rawduck for a drink. This has experimental food and some interesting drinks. My husband loves their rhubarb shrub and they do a few orange wines, which I haven’t seen anywhere else.
We once ordered an orange wine that tasted almost exactly like cider. It looked like it too. M had an exxpresso martini and I had white wine.
I’ll post about the food here sometime. They also do drinking vinegars, which sound intriguing but which I haven’t tried.