Every so often, there is something that gets the media excited. A new restaurant that offers something a little different, causing the media to assemble together. A little like the Avengers- only a bit less cool. Sorry Media.
Tonight, the call was from Crocker's Folly. Crocker's Folly is a Grade II building in St John's Wood that was built in 1898. Legend goes that Frank Crocker built the pub to serve the new terminus of The Great Central Railway, but when it was actually built it was over half a mile away at Marylebone Station, leading to his ruin and eventual suicide.
Left unattended for years, its finally had a revival and out flocked the masses to celebrate.
The interior is stunning. With originally marble walls, grand roaring fireplaces and ornate, mesmerising chandeliers. It is simple beautiful inside. Certainty no railway pub I've ever visited.
While we waited to be seated at our table, we talked shop, food and of course made use of the fully stocked bar.
It also gives me a little chance to talk clothes with you.
My love for pencil skirts rages on, with this ASOS number sadly no longer in stock. However we have to talk heels of course. You don't tend to get yellow heels too much, however they really do cause people to stop and stare. Kandee shoes have sold out of these with the black spikes, but you can get them in all yellow with yellow spikes still.
Soon we were called to our designated seats to let the really magic happen. The food.
To start with I had wild mushroom gnocchi with leeks and goats cream foam. I've actually been eating a quite a bit of gnocchi at home on my days not at events, as I usually get in late from work, I just want something quick and easy.
This however was a different league. It was fluffy and light, and gave non of that stodgy feeling you can get after the packet stuff. The leeks were fried which gave great texture, but it had to be the sauce. Goat cream is just so good. So naughty, but so worth it. .
After chatting to my fellow dinner opposite me, I got a quick snap of his octopus and spelt starter as it just looked so beauitful.
Turned out he was the food editor of the Financial Times. No pressure then.
After a short break, it was onto mains. For me it had to be pork belly. Pork belly can be done terribly, but thankfully this was one of the best. Sliced through like butter, it had the rich and flavoursome fat without that horrible grisly texture. While it doesn't come with any 'carbs' trust me, this is rich and filling enough. The flavour stands on its own very well.
The fabulous, but intimate room was filled with the sound of journalists comparing notes on the taste of the wine, and swapping pieces of steak for pork belly.
But of course, the room fell usually silent when the puddings were served. Chocolate tends to have that effect on people, no?
Turns out food journalists really do take their food seriously, and before I knew it, it was 11:30pm. Still, there is always time for more food talk and the swapping of opinions on what really happened to Mr Crocker. Was he pushed? Did he trip? Or something more elaborate with hostile forces and the railway?
Either way, there was unanimous opinion on the food and setting of Crocker's Folly. It is a triumph and a welcome return to St Johns Wood.
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23–24 Aberdeen Place,
St John's Wood,