Monday, 12 October 2015

Review - The Lord Tredegar, Queen of Sheba

The Explorer's family were visiting and this led to more strange, uncharted handling of situations such as: do we need to tell family members about a 'conscious uncoupling'? If the idea is to go back to the pre-going out stage like the stage way before you're established and it's appropriate or necessary to tell family members, do we need to tell them when it goes the other way? Since having had to have probably over fifty conversations on what it means in practice and in theory with similar time of life / education / liberal world view peers, trying to explain to older, more traditional people who will probably find 'look it's the 21st century and we all do what we like whenever we like as long as it doesn't hurt anyone's feelings there is no right or wrong OK' seems like an impossible task. So we didn't and went and watch rugby instead which triggered lots of internal monologue about how I'd forgotten that actually going out with someone with a normal family feels like you have a normal family yourself and that's a very sad thing to give up. Sigh.
The Queen of Sheba
Friday involved pre-party Ethiopian food. We had a selection of lamb curries and dahl on top of an injera which is like a big, sour roti that you place the curry on and it becomes the plate for the whole curry and absorbs all the delicious sauce. There was a mince dish that was all sweet and fruity and a delicate lamb thing that was all glossy. The spinach was my favourite. The only downside - and this is no criticism of the restaurant but more of my tastes - is that I don't like injera. I love everything about the way of eating but there's a sourness to the pancake is just too much for me. Still - the Queen of Sheba is a cute little restaurant in Kentish Town and I'll revisit if I'm ever in the area.

The Lord Tredegar
So, of the pubs near me, The Lord Tredegar is probably the closest to perfect. The Hemingway is my favourite but it's a little bit more fancy and a little bit further away. But the Lord Tredegar lets you book, has an outdoor space, has a lovely cider on tap, good food, sports screen (if you're into that) cosy armchairs. I've never been there and managed to resist the black pudding sausage roll. I've had the whitebait a few times - consistently delicious but the first time it had lost all traces of salty headache that battered stuff sometimes incites. Also - the roast - wonderfully moreish pork belly - like in a roast recipe when you have to do lots of seemingly unnecessary stuffing and seasoning and it feels in the prep like it might be pointless but then when you eat it you completely get it? That's what the Lord Tredegar pork is like. Crispy potatoes, rich gravy. Simple and casual and satisfying.

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