Al fresco lunch - The
It’s the hottest day of the year. The temperature
is hitting 34 degrees. There isn’t a cloud in the sky.
A good time for an al fresco lunch? No actually, it’s
too hot. Nevertheless I head for the Juggs with an
old friend in the knowledge that they’ve got a great
shaded bowery bit in the garden. It’s funny doing a
review of lunch in a pub you’ve been going to since
you were five. The village pub of the village I grew up in.
I look at the place with fresh eyes. My god, how quaint the
building is. How low the door is. What a strange mood there
is behind the bar.
In ‘Do the Right Thing’ Spike Lee looked at how
oppressive summer heat can lead to an eruption of violence.
I’d hate to be working in the busy kitchen of a 14th
century pub on a day like this. I take pity and order a prawn
salad. My friend goes for a ploughmans. It’s hot out
there, did I say that? There are more people sitting inside
than outside. The tables in direct sunlight are left well
alone. What country are we in? When the prawns come they are
swimming in that sauce they make out of salad cream and tomato
sauce. Oh yes, we’re in England. It’s not sophisticated
on the palate, but you can’t accuse it of being not
tasty. A guilty pleasure, washed down with cold lager, all
for £12. Roll on August. AL