I have been blessed to visit Britain several times.
I have never gone for the food- until recently.
There is a buzz among those that eat for a living (I read magazines instead) that Britain has turned a culinary corner, that meat pasties washed down with ale are not the only fare to be had. That surprising seasonal fresh inventive beautifully plated culinary delights are being served up right alongside the staples of a meat-and-potatoes society.
Yea. Just YEA- And London is just the beginning.
On our recent trip to Britain, my daughter and I sought out several places that were ‘buzzing’.
Our two favorite places were the Ivy Chelsea Garden in London and the Walmgate Ale House & Bistro in York.
The Ivy Chelsea Garden was an Instagram find by my daughter- posh, stunningly beautiful, superb service, fabulous in-house cocktails and mouthwatering food. We had no reservation, and they were clearly booked. They suggested a wide berth at the full service bar top. Perfect. Centrally located, no better perch could be had. People watching and the best freshly muddled Pimm’s Cup a girl could ask for. A few fresh Channel crab claws helped round out a fabulous afternoon (and I mean ‘afternoon’- we stayed for hours and pretended we were chic like the regular customers because we are).
The next day, a trip to York surprised me with a beer flight tasting accompanied by “a small plate selection to enhance the craftsmanship of our regional small batch breweries” at the Walmgate Ale House & Bistro. I don’t like beer but I sipped a brew that tasted like pears. Pears! Who knew? And the farm-fresh chicken with pops of bogged berries (cranberries) (my choice among many entries) was an experience in taste bud heaven! The Sweet. The Savory. The SNAP! Oh my! My daughter had a good time too, btw.
And then there were the ghosts. York is full of ghosts.
But they’re eating well, so they’re happy.