One of the main reasons I moved to London was the food. I love to eat (obviously, you’re reading a blog where I write almost exclusively about what I eat) and the lack of decent food in Nuneaton was getting to me. In Nuneaton there’s a good Indian place, a good Thai place and that’s about it. The day Garry and I came to London and had Wahaca for the first time was an eye-opener. We needed to move to London.
It’s ironic, then, that behind my parents and my dogs, one of the things I miss most about Nuneaton is…the food.
I live in Alexandra Palace, a few minutes away from Wood Green and Green Lanes. There is a plethora of different types of restaurant, foods and cuisines. Lauren has introduced me to an amazing Korean place near Finsbury Park that I can get to in 30 minutes; I had my six month review in an incredible Greek place a bus ride away from my front door. Turkish, Indian, Chinese, Polish, Japanese…if I want it, in London it’s there. But I find myself really, really missing the pub round the corner from my house.
I spent a good eight months mourning this pub after I first moved to London. When I came home, all I wanted to do was eat at this pub. It’s a bloody good pub. And I’m now overjoyed that I’ve found something to replace it that’s a mere 20 minutes from my front door – The Ranelagh.
Garry found this by accident, on a work night out, and every time I’ve been back I’ve fallen a little bit more in love with it. I can’t quite decide why I like it so much. I think it’s partially because it`s SO beautiful. Exposed brickwork, a big fireplace, mismatched chairs and tables, a lovely little corner nook, wood everywhere, pretty cushions…it’ls just the kind of place I like to eat.
And eat I do. The first time we went, Garry had a roast chicken Sunday dinner and I had an incredible burger with bacon and cheese (I will eternally regret not also getting the pulled pork for an extra 2.50). The second time, mum had a pork and chorizo burger whilst I had absolutely heavenly Southern fried chicken, served in its basket, with apple coleslaw. Oh, and a sticky toffee pudding that made my toes curl.
The third time I went, I had a hearty full English breakfast with the most incredible bubble ‘n’ squeak. It gave me such a feeling of well-being afterwards I found it hard to move from my seat. Once we shared a cheeseboard afterwards – there were grapes and chutneys and oaty biscuits and all kinds of deliciousness. When I went to eat yesterday I had 21 day aged beef with red onion gravy. This place does seriously good food.
It’s also not horrifyingly expensive – menu here – and the staff have never been anything but friendly and helpful, even when they’re juggling a billion orders at once. I brought my tablet along once and happily tapped away whilst eating, and no-one said a word to me about it. They’re very nice. Oh, and they have wi-fi.
There is a part of me that wanted to keep The Ranelagh my little secret, but it’s been comfortably busy without being packed every time I’ve gone. I haven’t been paid or approached to write this, I just really like the food and the place. And I think you will too.
You can find The Ranelagh’s website here, with information on food here. Just to make it absolutely clear, I haven’t been paid or comped for this post – in fact, I haven’t told anyone at The Ranelagh that I’m writing it – and I or someone I’ve been with has paid for everything we’ve eaten and drunk here. The only reason I’m writing any of this is that I really like the place!