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Sausages and eggs, and hot and sour soup
Some people seem to adopt the policy of referring to non-LJers on their journal by initial. In some ways, this seems like a good idea, but sadly, I didn't choose my friends carefully enough.
J and I decided that it was about time we checked out The Big Bang, which is a sausage restaurant on Walton Street. C came up from London to join us, as did J. C was supposed to come along too, but wasn't well enough. Usually C would be up for a nice meal out, but is working abroad at present. And that's before we even mention former regulars C & J, who've now maliciously returned to their native Australia.
The Big Bang claims to serve gourmet sausages - and pies, except they'd sold out of pies yesterday - and mash. Gourmet mash, even.
I was mildly terrified, on reading the menu, to discover that many of the sausages came with rose mash. Now, I'm usually game for trying new foods out, but I still remember with shuddering horror the rose ice cream I had in Italy, which I spat out and recall with utter revulsion. I played it safe and ordered Lincolnshire pork and tomato sausages, which came with the more friendly-sounding mustard mash.
I am, of course, now regretting my cowardice, and may have to return to face the rose mash.
My sausages and mash (with gravy, pickled cabbage and peas) were pretty good, though I suspect I may have made a poor choice, as pork and tomato sausages are sufficiently common to count as "normal" next to the wild venison sausages C and J were eating on either side of me.
The Big Bang also has an odd policy of offering only one pudding - which seemed particularly surprising since yesterday's pud was a contraversial rhubarb pie. Well, the pie wasn't particularly contraversial as such, but rhubarb is, since a lot of people dislike it. I'm a big fan of rhubarb, and was rather disappointed to discover I didn't have room for any pie.
If you fancy a nice plate of sausages, I'd recommend The Big Bang, though, and they even have three different vegetarian sausages to choose from. And a gluten-free sausage, and a no-pork sausage[*]. The service was a bit confused at times, but not in a way I minded - it was confused, rather than malicious or careless.
And they play interesting music. We eventually concluded they have a big CD-changer (or mp3 player, I suppose) into which each staff member is allowed to plonk some music. I'm not sure quite what else would explain the eclectic mixture which roamed through chart pop to The Magnetic Fields and Eminem. (Or possibly not Eminem, J disagreed with me there.)
[*] Genuinely no-pork sausages are actually quite unusual, and this matters if one of your party is Jewish. Which one of ours was, only I missed him out of the list above because his name doesn't begin with a C or a J, and thus he spoiled my joke.
After the Londoners had departed, J and I ambled down to the Eagle & Child for a pint, where I was mildly surprised to find![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
secutatrix's friend Fergus behind the bar.
Here's where the advice from Pintwatch comes in: Adnam's Broadside, which is a rather nice ale when taken internally, is very bad if applied externally. Half a pint goes an unbelievably long way, and is very wet. And cold. And getting yourself home in Broadsided jeans, when it's snowing, is very cold indeed.
Actually, Pintwatch wasn't terribly impressed with the Eagle & Child's Broadside. I don't think they were looking after it properly. I shall grumble vaguely at Fergus next time I see him.
Pintwatch was a bit unimpressed in the Duke of Cambridge too, where they serve but one bitter, bottled. It's Wadworth's 6X, which should be a good thing, only they serve it at a temperature which can only be described as "brain-numbingly cold". Actually, it can also be described as "colder than Venta's ears", and indeed that's how C described it, but that's not very helpful if you weren't there to appreciate how cold my ears were. Bad Duke of Cambridge.
Pintwatch does, however, raise a big "hurrah" to The Big Bang, which serves an extensive range of bottled beer from Hook Norton, at a sensible temperature. In particular, Pintwatch recommends the Generation Ale as a fine, light bitter. Pintwatch further applauds The Big Bang for having wine-style tasting notes and recommendations on the beer menu, suggesting which ales match which sausages.
J and I decided that it was about time we checked out The Big Bang, which is a sausage restaurant on Walton Street. C came up from London to join us, as did J. C was supposed to come along too, but wasn't well enough. Usually C would be up for a nice meal out, but is working abroad at present. And that's before we even mention former regulars C & J, who've now maliciously returned to their native Australia.
The Big Bang claims to serve gourmet sausages - and pies, except they'd sold out of pies yesterday - and mash. Gourmet mash, even.
I was mildly terrified, on reading the menu, to discover that many of the sausages came with rose mash. Now, I'm usually game for trying new foods out, but I still remember with shuddering horror the rose ice cream I had in Italy, which I spat out and recall with utter revulsion. I played it safe and ordered Lincolnshire pork and tomato sausages, which came with the more friendly-sounding mustard mash.
I am, of course, now regretting my cowardice, and may have to return to face the rose mash.
My sausages and mash (with gravy, pickled cabbage and peas) were pretty good, though I suspect I may have made a poor choice, as pork and tomato sausages are sufficiently common to count as "normal" next to the wild venison sausages C and J were eating on either side of me.
The Big Bang also has an odd policy of offering only one pudding - which seemed particularly surprising since yesterday's pud was a contraversial rhubarb pie. Well, the pie wasn't particularly contraversial as such, but rhubarb is, since a lot of people dislike it. I'm a big fan of rhubarb, and was rather disappointed to discover I didn't have room for any pie.
If you fancy a nice plate of sausages, I'd recommend The Big Bang, though, and they even have three different vegetarian sausages to choose from. And a gluten-free sausage, and a no-pork sausage[*]. The service was a bit confused at times, but not in a way I minded - it was confused, rather than malicious or careless.
And they play interesting music. We eventually concluded they have a big CD-changer (or mp3 player, I suppose) into which each staff member is allowed to plonk some music. I'm not sure quite what else would explain the eclectic mixture which roamed through chart pop to The Magnetic Fields and Eminem. (Or possibly not Eminem, J disagreed with me there.)
[*] Genuinely no-pork sausages are actually quite unusual, and this matters if one of your party is Jewish. Which one of ours was, only I missed him out of the list above because his name doesn't begin with a C or a J, and thus he spoiled my joke.
After the Londoners had departed, J and I ambled down to the Eagle & Child for a pint, where I was mildly surprised to find
secutatrix's friend Fergus behind the bar. Here's where the advice from Pintwatch comes in: Adnam's Broadside, which is a rather nice ale when taken internally, is very bad if applied externally. Half a pint goes an unbelievably long way, and is very wet. And cold. And getting yourself home in Broadsided jeans, when it's snowing, is very cold indeed.
Actually, Pintwatch wasn't terribly impressed with the Eagle & Child's Broadside. I don't think they were looking after it properly. I shall grumble vaguely at Fergus next time I see him.
Pintwatch was a bit unimpressed in the Duke of Cambridge too, where they serve but one bitter, bottled. It's Wadworth's 6X, which should be a good thing, only they serve it at a temperature which can only be described as "brain-numbingly cold". Actually, it can also be described as "colder than Venta's ears", and indeed that's how C described it, but that's not very helpful if you weren't there to appreciate how cold my ears were. Bad Duke of Cambridge.
Pintwatch does, however, raise a big "hurrah" to The Big Bang, which serves an extensive range of bottled beer from Hook Norton, at a sensible temperature. In particular, Pintwatch recommends the Generation Ale as a fine, light bitter. Pintwatch further applauds The Big Bang for having wine-style tasting notes and recommendations on the beer menu, suggesting which ales match which sausages.
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With the slogan "daveh sucks goats" across her chest no less...
I might have to make a post with these later!
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Hurah. The bing bang you say.
Hmmmmmmmmm sausages.
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The Big Bang is in Oxford. In Jericho (= the north end), to be precise.
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Thank goodness people are willing to uphold these standards, even in the face of extreme adversity.
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story ?
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[*] called Venta
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(well told, btw - J also wishes to complement your writing)
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Sorry about that :)
btw, J says she probably would have gone for the venison sausages, too.
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thanks for your time.
Valarie