Showing posts with label Beer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beer. Show all posts

Saturday, 14 September 2013

The Queen o't'owd Thatch

While not reading books and failing to get round to blogging about them I often find myself on a bike riding about North Yorkshire generally on the way to,  or the way back from a pub. And it has come to my notice that there is a peculiar cluster of gastropubs (no, mister predictive text, I did not want to say gastropods, even though there are plenty of the about as well) north west of York.
There's the Dawnay Arms at Newton on Ouse, and a little past that the Crown at Great Ouseburn, which is rather wonderful, even if they haven't got anywhere to park a bike. There's the Durham Oxford at  Crayke and apparently a new place at Lower Dunsforth, which I shall try at some point. There's obviously something in the water, or perhaps that bit of land more or less equidistant from York, Rippon and Harrogate that means people all head there when fancying a drive out, a drink and a nice meal.
Now I like these places. All do good food, most do good beer, all provide a nice bike ride to get there, and all of them are rather in the wrong direction to meet up with most of my friends, who tend to live to the south.
So where are the other good foodie pubs? You would have thought that if the York / Rippon / Harrogate triangle would keep so many going them there would be a similar cluster between York and Leeds, but they seem far less common.
Discussing this at work a friend suggests the improbably named Queen o't'owd Thatch, in South Millford. Checking the maps, it's about 20 miles, it's a surprisingly nice and sunny day, so why not?
I'm here for lunch on a Saturday, and perhaps a bit early - I don't think there are any other customers in when I arrive, though some are trickling in as I write this. It's a nice open place with a large dining area and only a few more pubbish tables to one side. Definitely good attentive staff, which of course may be a side effect of not having many people in to attend to.
Impressions: you often find that foodie pubs are a little less imaginative when it comes to be than the food and wine, which might be the case here. Leeds Pale, York Terrier,  Ossett Blonde. All good reliable drinks, even if none of them are surprising. Nice to get the beer in a proper old fashioned mug with a handle. I don't know many places that still use them. Are they more expensive? Do they take up too much space in the dishwasher?
The QoTT obviously does think about the wine a lot, since the menu suggests a type ideally paid with every course, which I am strenuously ignoring in favour of beer. They even have an extensive list of cocktails, with a fair number of non - alcoholic options.
As I said, good attentive staff, who check exactly how is like my beef done, and I'm pleased to have some wait for the food to arrive. There's little worse than the sense that the food was sat under a warming lamp just waiting for you to come in. And it's a good bit of beef, pink and succulent on the inside, crisp and slightly smokey on the outside. If there's a criticism then it's that I'd have liked a little more in the way of veg with it - yes, there were side dishes in the menu, but I never expect to have to think of greenery an extra. Remember that for next time. It was a very nice bit of beef,  with mash and turnips and a wonderful intense sauce, which I expect a proper good blogger would call jus.
So to contemplate desert. I don't normally go for pudding when cycling out to pubs, but there's a lemon tart calling to me and what the hell? Throw caution to the wind. And I am a sucker for a good lemon tart. And (he writes a few minutes later) that was a splendid lemon tart, sharp citrus complemented by raspberry sorbet and completely lacking in soggy bottom.
So all in all? I can't see this being somewhere on a regular pilgrimage route, but so somewhere to suggest to meet up with friends in Leeds or coming up the M1, certainly. It's not cheap, but good food shouldn't be. And it says definitely good food.

Saturday, 18 October 2008

16th October: Christchurch to Franz Josef


Up in the morning and out of the shabby backpackers before nine. I start walking into town, to have a look at the non-restaurant bits of Christchurch, but change my mind a block later. There's an art gallery, but I'm not in the mood, there's the giant purple sperm in Cathedral Square, the sign for which suggested that it did something from 10 til 4, but I can't be bothered to hang about for over an hour. Probably there's an explanation on the web somewhere, but I've yet to look it up. Except now I have.
So turn round, back to the car and West. The plan is to strike out for Arthur's Pass, one of the few routes through the Southern Alps, go tramping, get a bed for the night and then press on the next day for the coast.
Impressively windy (in both senses) roads lead up to the mountains, but by the time I'm up there it's pouring down. The i-site guy says it'll probably stay this way for two days, and that even the easy tracks are flooded. Doesn't seem worth hanging about, so press on.
A lookout point a few miles after the Arthur's Pass settlement has a firm instruction 'do nor feed the kea', but sadly there are no vampire parrots to be seen.
The weather clears a bit as I beetle through Hokitika and on to Franz Josef YHA.
supper in what Lonely Planet describes as an English Style Pub, which suggests their writer's never been in a pub (though I only read the entry later) and there for revelation. Let's be honest here - Kiwis make very good wine, especially white, which tends to be all I drink. Their beers on the other hand are generally a bit meh. Generally all on one level. Nice taste with the first mouthful, but no depth. Montieth Radler on the other hand is amazing. Light, zesty, exciting. This is by a country mile the best beer I have drunk out here.
Tomorrow the Glacier.