In honour of the Humble Pie
Although most of my life is currently spent thinking about Aston Martins, I do occasionally let my mind slip off in other directions.
One such direction is that of food.
Now being a Man of the World, I have travelled extensively, and partaken of many varied cuisines. From Champaigne and fois gras on the banks of the Seine, to rice and gristle on a back street in Indo-Chine. There are dishes I will never wish to eat again, and others that I could eat until I die.
Now somewhere in between are all those little savories and sweetmeats that are great once a month or so. In this category falls the humble British pie.
I am a member of a select group even more exclusive than the Aston Martin Owners Club. We call ourselves ‘The Pie Club’, and once a month or so we arrange to visit some historic London venue and sample their pastried offerings.
So far the most enjoyable and interesting was The George Inn by London Bridge where we had our own wood paneled dining room and two waitresses to serve the most fabulous steaming pies.
We have also been to the Grouse and Claret in Belgravia and last night the Feathers in St James’s - both highly commended.
Last night was an extra special occasion because our Pie-Master General Andrew brought his fiancée Dionne for the first time.
Of course we just had to discuss what the wedding car would be…
I just hope I get ROJ ready on time!