London, indeed maybe all of Britain or the UK, seems to have a love affair with meat wrapped in pastry. From pasties to pies, you’re sure to see at least one of these concoctions on any pub menu. I’ve tried a couple of Steak and Ale pies since being here, and I dare say they might be on to something. Though I wish they’d just go ahead and douse the pie in gravy so I don’t have to wait for it to saturate through the flaky pastry, at which point it becomes soooo amazingly good. Only two data points, but The Mitre on Craven Hill has thus far beat out the Shakespeare in Victoria for the title of best pie. One evening soon I’ll try the ham and leek version, which will hopefully be as good as it sounds.
Wild rabbit tagliolini. A bit dry, but pretty decent if you swirl it in the sauce settled at the bottom. At London Gatwick Airport.
This time we just popped in for a drink and a snack. I opted for a whisky sour, which was made with homemade sour mix and included an egg white… and it shouldn’t be made any other way. For snacks we shared a terrine of pork and chicken livers with perfectly toasted rustic bread, and I hoarded the Carlingford rock oysters for myself. Perfect little briny jewels, they were. (more…)