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The Royal Standard is known to be the oldest pub in England and is luckily very near to where we were staying with WordMonkey’s parentals. This pub holds a special place as it was the last supper we had before leaving for Melbourne. And what you want before departing old Blighty is a top meal at a proper pub. On this auspicious night I also had my one and only argument with a quizmaster. Q – What is the name of the NZ Rugby League Team. I chimed in with Kiwis and she only accepted the answer of Auckland. Set me right off.
But on this occasion I was fortunate to not only have the parentals again but also my brother and his partner, who had only arrived a few months previously and had not had the chance to break out of London. So what better way to introduce everyone than at an olde pub that can only be found at the end of a windy road in a hidden town on the outskirts of London. As you will see from the photos, we don’t have anything like this in Australia – a 900-year-old coaching inn.
Inside there are numerous fires roaring and many different rooms. This pub has a good selection of real ales, which are hand-pumped into your pint glass after being asked if you want a long glass or one with a handle. These ales are the UK equivalent of our craft beers – the only difference is that they are served at room temperature. I was amazed at how quickly I got back into the swing of pints after otherwise drinking half pints at The Taphouse or the usual 360ml bottles.
We decided to have just mains as we knew from previous experiences the meals were generous and we would be heading to Heston’s pub that evening.
WordMonkey decided on the Grilled Goats Cheese Salad as an entre serve and it was more than enough for someone with a normal appetite.
Myself and Father WordMonkey opted for Chicken Leek and Mushroom Midsummer Murder Resurrection Pie. Both a mouthful in description and serving, it is named after the English TV show of the same name that is also filmed very close in the surrounding village. The pie crust was perfectly cooked and the piping-hot filling was well balanced with moist chicken and tasty veggies. I was envious of what my brother ordered (below) but you can’t go past a good pie.
Fish Pie with mashed potato topping was what the remaining ladies chose due to the chilly weather. It was great pub stodge – the topping was crisped to perfection and had a good selection of seafood inside.
My brother settled on the Roasted Pork Belly and as you can see – they are not stingy on the superb crackling.
Keep an eye out for more London Blog Posts in the near future as we will be eating our way around the ‘Best City in the World’ according to Boris Johnson – London Mayor.