Pork and sage sausage, buttered mash, crispy onion rings, on a pale ale gravy. And a chicken breast sandwich were all we needed to make it to the next round of plated offerings. That onion ring tho!
Posted the photo of the dessert menu to leave to your imagination ;)
Fortunately the Old Brewery is really just spitting distance of the University of Greenwich where Michelle is enrolled in.
Heck, yes! Excellent food ... fish was fresh, we had the cod (the best!), haddock, and plaice. Battered and fried to perfection. Chips were amazing. And I actually really liked the salad they served on the side. Can't believe how rare that it.
It was condiments galore ... with two choices of vinegar: malt and regular. That freshly opened jar of tartar sauce? Yes! Ketchup? Check! Mayo? Check! And since I am extra 'Indo', I came with a bottle of Dalston Chillies ... a fiery hot sauce made with scotch bonnet peppers, so freaking hot that even my 'hot sauce connoisseur' hubby was impressed.
We had the fried chicken too, and it was cray cray! ;) Crunchy exterior with a tender interior, stuff of deep fried nirvana.
Owner Chris Kanizi was super friendly, and the service and attention was above par. It's no wonder this place is highly rated on TripAdvisor and Yelp.
Fortunately, it's just a stone's throw away from where Belle was staying in Greenwich, so I suppose Chris will see the rest of my troop soon.
It was a cold blustery day and I was hanging on to my umbrella trying to catch up with the other half as he darts in front escaping its cover. Why do I even try?
It was 3 pm and we were hungry but a beer was what we were after and we passed this restaurant vowing to return. The aromas that exuded from the open door was just so intoxicating... you know, the smell of fresh bread, basil, and that pancetta or whatever-sliced-wonder they top their pizzas with.
Well, we did go to Porterhouse just down the road, and their selection was just amazing, given the porter fan that I was. But we came out slightly underwhelmed with the food, and guess where we ended up?
As much as my eyes desired, we both had the space for just one pizza, and that too was pushing our belt-line. But holy mother-dough, this was out of this world! The crust was so delicious, just on its own. And the minimal topping they scattered on it served not as a highlight nor drown the plane it was on, rather to accentuate the amazing dough that it was.
And that burrata - mind blowingly good!
Yes, authentic it probably wasn't and some Napolis would be turning in their graves to know that their beloved pizza dough has been perverted in this fashion. But this was to me, pizza 2.0, for it was just taken to another level when they actually brought 'taste' to the dough.
I shall return!
