Al fresco for a fiver
- The Pelham Arms
My weight has gradually been creeping further away from its
normal 15-stone mark, but I was alarmed the morning after
a four-day bratwurst and beer break in Berlin that it had
actually pushed past 16. So I resolved to go on a diet. Nothing
too heavy: a brisk walk every day, wine instead of beer, salads
instead of fry-ups, that sort of thing. With this in mind
I headed with Dave our creative director up to the Pelham
Arms to try out lunch in their beer garden. I managed to get
the better seat on the table, facing the yucca-lined pub wall
rather than the car park behind. I ordered a goat’s
cheese salad and a glass of white wine. Dave ordered a Greek
salad and a bowl of chips. Do you want to share them? He asked.
‘No!’ I replied, evangelically.
My salad, when it arrived, was two thin slices of cheese on
two thin slices of toast on a rather sparse bed of lettuce
and peppers. Within five minutes it was gone, even though
I had been taking small bites. I was still fairly hungry.
I started at the chips; I ended up eating about two-thirds
of them. My wine was long gone: I looked sadly at the empty
glass and realised that this wasn’t going to be easy.
I can definitely recommend the fish fingers and chips and
beans at the Pelham, and the bar staff are lovely. It isn’t
a salad kind of bar, though. AL