⚙️ Table Talk #175: From Pork Scratchings to Panna Cotta 🥮

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TABLE TALK #175
There's something curious about the phrase "public house".

Commercial by ownership, domestic by design. Somewhere that belongs to everyone, yet somehow still manages to feel personal.

Restaurants rarely feel like home. Pubs often do. Perhaps that's why, despite changing enormously over the centuries, they still occupy such a singular place in British life.

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The thing about pubs is they've never really been in the drinks business.

Or at least, not exclusively. They've been in the business of making people linger. A quick pint becoming another. Conversations drifting on. Strangers becoming friends.

The furniture helps. So do the fireplaces, the dogs asleep beneath tables and the reassuring predictability of dark timber and well-worn brass. Pubs have always understood something restaurants sometimes forget: people rarely remember a room for its efficiency. They remember how it made them feel.

Perhaps that's why in recent decades, good food has found such a natural home in them.

Not because pubs suddenly decided to become restaurants, but because somebody eventually clocked that people already wanted to spend three hours in them.


Photo Credit: The Eagle

The transformation has been remarkable.

Not all that long ago, many pubs regarded food as little more than something to keep the beer company. Crisps, scampi fries and the occasional ploughman's were often enough.

Then, in 1991, along came The Eagle in Farringdon, still widely regarded as the original gastropub. Suddenly, the idea that a pub could take food seriously didn't seem quite so far-fetched. Before long, others were asking their own version of the same question.

Today, some of London's most exciting kitchens just happen to sit behind a pub bar.

It's difficult to imagine anyone describing that evolution as linear. Yet somehow it feels entirely natural. Because the atmosphere arrived first. The food simply caught up.

Photo Credit: The Tamil Crown

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Perhaps that's why the best pub food never feels like a restaurant that's wandered into a bar. It feels like a pub that's grown into another version of itself.

The most interesting landlords haven't just asked, "What shall we serve?" They've asked, "What would make people want to stay a little longer?"

Maybe the gastro pub was never really just about food. It was about imagination. It gave landlords permission to think bigger, chefs permission to experiment and publicans permission to ask, "Why not?"

That's how you end up with Tamil Sunday roasts in Islington or croquetas del día in Surrey. The pub hasn't abandoned what made it great. It's simply found another reason to keep people around.

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A little bit of news we're rather excited about: our 6.5% wines have officially landed on Ocado.

Both Doré and Boisé are now live, meaning you can add a bottle to your weekly shop alongside the milk, loo roll and whatever else made it onto the list.

And, if you do give them a try, we'd love a review while you're there. Those little stars are surprisingly nifty at helping us get discovered - and, more importantly, helping the mid-strength curious know we're worth a try.

Until next time,
 
Luke x