Named after Aesop’s famed fable, it’s hard to really comprehend why, as the fox never gets his grapes and assumes that they are sour... At Fox & Grapes, Wimbledon, you get what you want.
Inside, the interior has had a ‘lightover’ – transforming the traditional dark wooded, cosy pub of old to the perhaps somewhat ubiquitous light, airy modern gastropubby fee of now, complete with Farrow & Ball-esque tones on the walls and candy striped seat cushions on the benches.
Inside, the interior has had a ‘lightover’ – transforming the traditional dark wooded, cosy pub of old to the perhaps somewhat ubiquitous light, airy modern gastropubby fee of now, complete with Farrow & Ball-esque tones on the walls and candy striped seat cushions on the benches.
Set up by Claude Bosi of Hibiscus, it could give one reason for pre-conceptions about the standard of food. We were pleasantly satisfied however with the degree of crackliness on the pork belly, as well as the crisp of the chips – which actually were wedge like and possibly a little too greasy for some...but maybe that was just me. Other sides – of vegetables were cooked to perfection – sometimes tough to achieve at such a busy lunchtime rush. It definitely hit that Sunday lunch spot.
The wine menu looked good although I didn’t study it at length. Sicilian Nero D’Avola proved a good choice and was superb. We did have to ask for this menu which is surprising since most places try to ply you with lots of alcohol given that this is where the biggest mark up is.
Oh wow, that's a very cool little pub!
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