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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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