I could acquire used to having a hot dog as an amuse-bouche whether it weren’t for fear of my arse taking over Britain
It’s a clever menu that makes you want to order everything on it. It’s an even cleverer one that somehow compels you to order a hot dog while you’re deciding. And it’s a work of brilliance when everything you order from said menu turns out to be just as you’d hoped it would be.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. acquire a gander at what’s on offer from this “new outlet from the much-garlanded Galvin brothers,Chris and Jeff, and see whether it doesn’t make you hungry: sausage rolls and pork scratchings and scotch eggs, or the platonic ideal of each: the sausage roll’s flaky pastry bulwarks bulge with scarce-breed pork and it’s served with just-warm,homemade crisps. Fish pie, its potato topping glazed and burnished, and comes with buttered peas and carrots like tea at your nan’s,whether your nan was a kitchen control freak: creamy sauce, perky fish, and fresh vegetables,buttery mash. There’s a gala pie, for gawd’s sake, and as handsome a beast as you’ll encounter external an Enid Blyton book. Is that crust golden,or is it just nostalgia?Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com