Dinner at The Elgin

Saturday night.

Dinner at The Elgin.

I love this place. It’s so relaxed and has an ‘anything goes’ feel. I’ve never met a snooty staff member here or a customer with one too many beers looking for a fight. I’ve visited on a weekday, on a Sunday afternoon and on Saturday night and it always has that relaxed homely feel as if it would rather be a house party than a pub.

We were there on Saturday night to celebrate my partner’s birthday with friends. 12 of us took over most of the separate dining area.  Guests were late in arriving due to the usual line closures on the tube and while we waited, we had a few drinks in the front bar. The staff were very relaxed about us taking our time and we sat down an hour after our booking time.

On balance, the food was excellent. I shared a massive 18oz t-bone steak with my partner, cooked medium rare and perfectly seasoned, with chips done two ways (fat and thin) and béarnaise sauce. This heart stopper was sensational.

The birthday cake I’d bought in was a shocker and provided the most amusement of the evening.  I think we will all be seeking shelter under the impenetrable icing should the blitzkrieg be repeated.

My only complaint about The Elgin is the far too sensible closing time. Lights are turned up brightly at about 11.30pm on Saturday night and everyone’s out within half an hour.

The Elgin, part of Geronimo Inns,  runs a mailing list and it’s worth signing up as they frequently have special offers, competitions and free drinks.  

This dinner was partly funded by the Elgin as I won one of their online competitions: a photo of the pub in snow during winter.  A big thank you to The Elgin.  The winning photo is below. Note the hardy soul who is out there sweeping the seats and table clear of snow. Look carefully, you’ll note no coat, no gloves, no hat and snow is falling. 

A swim a day

Monday afternoon.

Swimming laps at my local pool.

I love swimming. I love the freedom. The rhythm. The time to think. The lightness and the endorphins that kick in afterwards.

I’ve discovered two great pools nearby: Kensington Leisure Centre or Ken Les is wonderfully close to my apartment and Porchester Centre in Bayswater.

Ken Les is a modern swimming pool in the heart of Notting Dale and, like the immediate area, feels like a faded council initiative of the 70s.  It could do with a facelift but I am grateful for a pool so close to home that I love it for its faults.

It’s a standard 25m but has a variable length (and depth) and can go to 33m. They change the lengths daily and all swimmers need to exit while the change is made.  After school and Saturday mornings are best avoided as priority is given to swimming lessons and lap swimming is often reduced to one lane.

Porchester is housed in a grand art deco pool at the end of Queensway and it’ s always a surprise that there is a pool in there as it also contains a large formal ballroom used for high class functions and events.  It’s an odd 30m length (100 foot) and is deeper and cooler than Ken Les and the water feels cleaner and less chlorinated as a result.  The lanes are wider and kids under 8 are not allowed.

Both offer small pools for kids which are excellent with plenty of kickboards, noodles and other flotation aides with fun. Kids under 8 must have an adult in the pool with them.

Both offer swimming lessons run by Swimming Nature which are excellent, although Ken Les only offers 2 :1 and 1:1 lessons while Porchester also offers up to 8 to 1.

Both are run by Nuffield Health and offer monthly swim passes for £30 which you can use between the two. Ken Les is £3.30 for an adult entry and Porchester is a stiff £5.10. Make sure you bring a £1 coin for the locker at Ken Les and a 20p coin for Porchester.

Day on the green

Sunday afternoon.

Chess in the communal gardens.

The sun is shining. Kids are on the swings. Parents sit in the sun and chat. And I just walked out my back door into this utopia with a cup of coffee in one hand and a chess set in the other. There is an element of ‘Notting Hill’ the movie about it and indeed this is the secret garden they break into.

There are plenty of suburbs with communal gardens but none seem to be as prolific as Notting Hill. This failed 19^th century Hippodrome racecourse, converted to ‘Ladbroke Estates’ by James Weller Ladbroke and architect Thomas Allason, makes a haven of green in a city with very few small local parks.

These gardens are special and the literal fresh air they provide after being in an office all day is invigorating.

My first experience inside a communal garden took my breath away and it was mind blowing to me that people could actually live like this so close to the city. Except now I am and I smile of guilty pleasure each time I walk outside: how can something so magnificent be for so few?

All communal gardens are locked and you will need to either live directly on one or close enough to request a key from the garden committee. Each garden has their own committee and can be quite political with plenty of lobbying and in-fighting. My garden is quite liberal with dogs, bikes and ball games allowed.

Communal gardens open to the public once a year for £9 per garden or a day pass to all for around £20. This year they will open on the weekend June 12/13.

http://www.opensquares.org/

In love with The Ledbury

Tuesday afternoon.

In one of our more indulgent moments, my partner and I have taken the day off work to celebrate a landmark birthday. And it doesn’t get more indulgent than the Ledbury.

The Ledbury is one of my favourite restaurants in London. Recently awarded its second Michelin star, the food looks as beautiful as it tastes and my first experience left me speechless. If I had to recommend one restaurant to a newcomer to London- this is it! And it’s a Notting Hill local.

We started with beetroot meringues with a foie grois filling. I loved the mackerel as starter and the main of pork belly had the lightest, crunchiest crackling. And I would’ve liked to have licked the bowl of the coffee crème brulee. All were a brilliant: surprising combinations of textures and flavours.

The service displays a deft touch that makes it immediately welcoming and sets an extraordinary standard throughout the meal. The waiting staff are as formal or informal as you are.

I had advised on booking that it we were celebrating a birthday and they brought out a complimentary tart with a candle in it.

We went for their three course tasting menu (£27.50) available for lunch.  For something really special, let the chef decide your dishes and the sommelier your wines (around £250 for two.)

It is well worth every penny.

Portobello Road: your local supermarket

Saturday morning

Shopping on Portobello Road.

I love that Portobello Road is my local supermarket. But I’ve now learnt that through the wide array of cheeses, oils, German sausages and discounted crisps it’s a hit and miss situation that requires experience. You have to make a few wrong choices to know what’s oh so right. 

I’ve been stung buying tomatoes (3 for £2) and stale bread.  But I’ve also picked up bargains (12 bananas for £1) and croissants that melt in your mouth.

There are several key buying spots and local hints:

1. There are two discount food stores place selling hugely marked down products. The ham for £2.50 is brilliant. Lots of irregular shapes and off cuts but fresh and juicy off the bone and not reconstituted with water like supermarket ham. I’ve even seen these packs for sale in a reputable butcher at twice the price.  There are other crazy bargains here but always check the ‘Use by’ dates.  The mozzarella balls that expired the day of sale were particularly heinous.
2.  The two bread stalls sell excellent brownies and croissants. The southern one has 3 croissants for £2.50 and these are wonderfully buttery and light. The bread, particularly the French sticks, are disappointing. For the best bread, walk around the corner to the Grocer on Elgin (Elgin Road). Their sourdough bread is divine.
3.  Fruit and vegetables are hit and miss dependent on what’s left and what’s cheap on the wholesale market. I will walk past the stalls twice on a Saturday. One at around 10am to cherry pick the best offers (5 avocados for £1). Then again at around 6pm when traders are packing up and looking to discount. There are bowls of fruit and vegetables at the front of the stands for £1 which can be exceptional.
4. The French cheese shop offers 3 portions for £5 which are always exceptional quality. It’s best to shop there in the morning as once they’re gone they are not replaced and the choice is limited. And if you want to brush up on your French at the same time, go for it!

Oh, one more thing. If you are purchasing on Portobello Road before 10am make sure you have small notes or coins.  The traders will not accept a £20. If you get stuck, pick up the Times from Cafe Nero and break your note there.

The 'notso' Grand Old Duke

Wednesday evening.

A pie and pint at the Duke of Wellington. Or so I’d hoped.

Wednesday afternoon saw the conflux of several brilliant ideas set me up for a great night at the Duke. Firstly, an email arrived from the Duke offering a free mini-pie with your first pint which was so well timed and suggestive that I couldn’t refuse. I mean, why not? Great spring weather, lighter nights, England friendly on Itv (the Duke only has terrestrial TV), board games and Pie Week.

But I’m sad to report that the Duke has slipped.

I was served by two young girls with sullen faces who acted as if my presence had just ruined their night. I asked for an interesting, seasonal beer and they gave me Young’s Bitter. They had no idea about the pies.

The Duke’s board game selection was reduced to about 5 and both games we tried were missing so many pieces we would’ve had more fun playing with the empty boxes.

Oh dear.

We drank our pints, left and watched the game at home.

There are several pubs on Portobello Road that seamlessly transition from catering to tourists on the weekend to locals during the week (Portobello Star for one) but the Duke isn't one. Now it feels as if you’re paying tourist prices for tourist service.

I won’t be hurrying back.