Fox and Grapes pub Wimbledon

What was as soon as a residents’ regional has actually morphed into an entirely more gentrified outpost, still skirted by the wild tumble of Wimbledon popular. Ramblers and their dogs might hole up in the bar, but they’re only a little sidelined because of the increase of diners nestled into spruced-up fabric upholstery, brogues tip-tapping from the parquet floor coverings.

The Fox & Grapes ended up being exposed underneath the watchful eye of Claude Bosi (of Hibiscus popularity) in early 2011, and contains set up it self as go-to club for south-west Londoners wanting Michelin-style sparkle. Claude’s cousin, Cedric, minds day-to-day functions, while Julian Ward runs your kitchen.

The menu flashes a particular Brit-infused allure, featuring its Herefordshire snails, Cornish pollack and Wye Valley asparagus. It’s an easy task to have a superb meal right here, but less so a exceptional one, which, at these prices, issues. Guinea fowl breast was powerful enough but served with over-salted saffron linguini. Fisherman’s cake was a lot more of a treat, piping hot in the skillet but lacking clout. Steaks tend to be a speciality and tucking in to the 28-day-aged ribeye should satisfy ardent carnivores.