We had been invited to a Gastropub which I have heard about through colleges and friends as great value with excellent service and food quality = sounded perfect but could it really live up to the hype?
I am pleased to say The Crooked Well in Camberwell really did and much more.
We walked in to a pub that was fairly hidden off the main hustle and bustle road of Clerkenwell, once in, it was open plan but has a clear distinctive line that divides the bar area – a chic sofa area where you can have a wide selection of cocktails, wines and beers, and the restaurant which is made up of a small number of tables that is small enough to be informal but large enough that there is an atmosphere.
We ordered pate, chicken liver and wild mushroom pate, truffle crème, gherkin & foccacia and we shared a roast lamb, spiced aubergine, tzatziki & jus for 2. Every item in the courses were flavoured to perfection with great quality but not pretentious and very hearty. We could not recommend the truffle crème enough. When the lamb came out the waiter expertly carved it on our table and the pieces just fell off the bone, it really did melt in the mouth.
Service was fast, efficient. It was quite amazing to think that this place had only been open a couple of month (Lady Ottoline was great but showed clearly its inexperience – see previous posts). Our main course was followed by frozen nougat, ginger snap, berry coulis and a fruit compote pavlova. Each of these had been carefully thought out and the taste (especially of the nougat) was sophisticated.
Like most people – we have fazes and at the moment it is good Gastropubs – by this we expect an efficient and pleasant service, good quality, good size plates and in a casual but charming atmosphere. Unfortunately in London they are not as easy to find as you may at first think (and I do think Lady Ottoline will certainly get there are a few months more experience) but The Crooked Well really did tick all of the boxes.
The Crooked Well gets from Sex Drugs and Bacon Rolls:
Food Atmosphere Service