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LONDON PUBS<br />
The Eagle showed that pub<br />
food could be wonderful. But<br />
it turns out the gastro-pub<br />
may have been invented outside<br />
the capital.<br />
CATCHING A TRAIN FROM Marylebone<br />
Station, it’s amazing<br />
how quickly the gray of the<br />
city gives way to rolling green.<br />
Soon we’re chugging through some of the costliest<br />
real estate in England, past towns with names that<br />
sound like they come straight from Jane Austen’s<br />
address book: Cleverdon, Saunderton, Bicester<br />
Wood, Thame Parkway.<br />
We alight at Princes Risborough, a village 45<br />
minutes west of London. The first store we see<br />
sells model trains to people who feel their garden<br />
needs a private railroad. It’s market day and as we<br />
walk past the Literary Institute & Snooker Club a<br />
street vendor shouts out, over and over, “Lovely<br />
English Victoria plums! Lovely English strawberries!”<br />
Hard as it is to tear ourselves away, we<br />
have a lunch appointment to keep and hop a cab<br />
to the Sir Charles Napier, a country pub sitting<br />
A wonderful<br />
juxtaposition<br />
of Thai and<br />
traditional<br />
high in the Chilterns, the<br />
ridge of chalk hills that<br />
runs through southern<br />
England. In the words of<br />
Jay Rayner, The Observer’s<br />
restaurant critic, the Sir<br />
Charles “could reasonably<br />
be described as the godfather<br />
of the gastro-pub<br />
revolution, not least because<br />
it began life in exactly the same way as its<br />
modern counterparts: as an old 18th-century pub,<br />
sold off to somebody whose sensibilities lay less<br />
with beer taps and more with what could be put<br />
on the plate.”<br />
Getting out of the cab, it seems ordinary<br />
enough: a redbrick building on a quiet country<br />
lane with a fluttering Union Jack. Inside, there’s<br />
a small bar with a rather underwhelming dining<br />
room behind it. So far, so so-so. But then we step<br />
outside onto an unevenly paved terrace covered<br />
with a canopy of grapevines that leads to an immaculate<br />
lawn with a large bronze snail in the<br />
middle of it. Two small girls are climbing on the<br />
snail while their parents sit beside the flower-<br />
Blooming amazing :<br />
The exterior of the<br />
Churchill Arms<br />
is smothered with<br />
window boxes and<br />
hanging baskets<br />
60 DECEMBER 2012/JANUARY 2013 SCANORAMA<br />
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