#british pub

[elceeu2morrow]

Louis being 10% too British on Valentine's Day [2.14.23]

[krinskrans]

british pubs are definitely something else

[barfouniverse]

[onejamtart]

OJT EATS | Lore of the Land

For those of you that don't know, Guy Ritchie the director has his own pub in London and it's called Lore of the Land. We'd heard that it did a mean Sunday lunch so with our love of a good Sunday roast, we headed on down.

Now if you're going to own a pub, you might as well go the whole hog and make your own beer. Guy Ritchie clearly thought so as he has stocked his own pub with his own brand of Gritchie beer. I had a pale ale and it's pretty good!

We started foodwise with a pub classic; the scotch egg. You can see from the photo that the egg is perfectly jammy which is a clear sign of a well cooked scotch egg. The sausage meat on the outside was perfectly spiced and it had a super crispy coating. That's pretty much everything you need in a scotch egg all in one!

Then it was onto the roast. You can get the option of trying 2 meats so we went with pork and lamb. The lamb was perfectly cooked and so was the pork. It came with a super crispy layer of crackling and a good layer of fat. The yorkshire was pretty impressive but theh other sides were a little disappointing. The potatoes weren't bad but nothing special but we didn't like the veg. It was all a little strangely sweet and the spice mix used on it didn't really work for us.

For dessert, we had this big fat profiterole type thing. The best thing about this was the cream filling which was slightly sweet and the topping. Not sure exactly what it was but it was a caramel sauce with this slightly malty flavoured crispy stopping. The whole thing was sweet but also surprisingly light; this is a low key contender for best part of the meal.

Guy Ritchie has definitely bought himself a pub and instilled a fair amount of his personality into it in that it feels like an old fashioned London pub. When the worst thing about a Sunday roast is the veg, you know that they have their priorities right at least. And then with a surprisingly good, if slightly simple, dessert, this place is worth a visit!

Lore of the Land, 4 Conway St, London W1T 6BB

Cheers, JL

[berenicelefebvre]

Mediterranean Home Bar Miami With an undermount sink, recessed-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, granite countertops, and a mirror backsplash, this enormous wet bar image has a floor of Tuscan travertine.

[valhousersartwork]

Great Room Kitchen Example of a mid-sized classic galley medium tone wood floor, brown floor and coffered ceiling open concept kitchen design with an undermount sink, glass-front cabinets, green cabinets, soapstone countertops, black backsplash, stone slab backsplash and black countertops

[huariqueje]

Off to the Pub - Paul Simonon , 2020.

British , b. 1955 -

oil on canvas , 36 x 24 in. 91.4 x 61 cm.

[thats-just-life-i-guess]

Why are pub menus always filthy? You get to the pub, sit down and open the menu, decide what you want and then put it away. So then why the fuck are they always so greasy and seem to be covered in food? It makes no fucking sense!! Do menus just arrive that way when the pub order them? Are people touching the menus throughout the meal with filthy food covered hands? Help me understand!!

[w2soneshots]

Pub golf -W2S

words: 0.5k+

warnings: alcohol consumption.

summary: you play pub golf with the sidemen, their girlfriends and Freezy. And you and Harry are a fluffy cute couple.

notes: hello my loves!! Here is the request💓. I love the sidemen pub golf’s so I was excited to write this🤭. I hope you enjoy!🫶🏼🍻

"You ready?" Harry popped his head into the spare bedroom that he had turned into my dressing room. "Mhm. Two secs." I grabbed my lipgloss then got up. Harry's eyes widened. "That skirts a bit short." He walked up behind me to slap my ass. "Oi!" I turned around with a cheeky smile. "I'm wearing white shorts underneath, they just don't fully cover everything." I told him. "Well I don't mind, I love your big juicy bum." He joked. I chuckled.

Once we were dropped off (by a taxi) at the pub that we had all agreed to meet at me and Harry went inside. Everyone had dressed up in golf gear. We had to wait a little while for the entire group to arrive but once they did we got started. The rules are: we each have one drink per pub and are scored by the amount of swigs it takes to finish it. Downing it would give you a hole-in-one. At the end of the game, the player with the lowest score is the winner, just like real golf. But because we're playing in teams of two (me and Harry being together) we are alternating between each other, so we don't get too drunk too quickly.

"Ew, can you do this one? I hate sambuca." I asked Harry. "Yeah babe, sure." He didn't seem to be too bothered and easily took the shot. "Lovely jubbly!" Was his reaction. On the other hand Talia and JJ seemed to really struggle. No one got a point though since they all did it in one gulp.

We walked to the next pub. "This one's a pint of cider!" Simon announced to the group. I looked to Harry. "I've got this one." We ordered then went around the table, each person drinking their drink. I was second and somehow managed to do it in just two swigs. "Well in babe!" Harry gave me a massive high five. Ethan drank his in one go and so did Freezy but it took Josh four gulps to get it down. "I'm fucked." Freya said (since she was Josh's partner), making us all laugh.

After a few more pubs and many drinks everyone became increasingly more drunk. As we were walking to the next place I did a cartwheel. "Woah! What the fuck." Harry lunged forward, worried I was going to fall straight onto the pavement. I chuckled with a hiccup. He stood right next to me for the rest of the walk, his hand on the back of my skirt, as it kept flying up in the wind.

At the end of the night Tobi went through the scores, since he was the only sober one. Poor guy had been babysitting us all night. Me and Harry won with ten points. Ethan and Faith came second with twelve and Josh and Freya lost with twenty five points. Once we got in our taxis I fell asleep on Harry's shoulder. He carried me upstairs to our apartment, got me ready for bed then tucked me in.

The next morning we both woke up with an awful hangover but since we had so much fun last night and made some great memories with our closest friends we didn't mind.

[kirkendauhl-v2]

This man is singlehandedly changing my perception of British food

[lunarharp]

yaaaay

[vintagepromotions]

Peter the lamb drinking ale, September 1952.

[twenty-four-karat-casserole]

What a lovely bunch of friends, I'm sure they all survive the plot 👍 Headcannon size chart of the main cast and shaping the characters into what was described in the novella best I can :)

Top ten moments before disaster:

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Be kind to hospitality/customer service roles, especially at this time of year.

It’s incredible how some people genuinely cannot have a conversation without being condescending/antagonistic.

[lady-raziel]

are you mentally well or were you the only person able to identify Harold Saxson by name in the picture round of Pub Quiz night themed to “fictional politicians”…a Pub Quiz night held at the British Embassy…