Category: EAT OUT
When Heston’s people call your people to invite you round for a barbecue in the funky new garden at his pub The Crown At Bray, you’re not going to say no. Yes it was a bit nippy, all right he was flogging his swanky new barbecues, but as you can imagine, this was no ordinary grill up… This was the pimped up daddy of all barbies.
When I arrive half the garden is swathed in a super-stylish marquee (blasted British weather), there’s a funky outdoor bar and a big open kitchen which is smokin’ as the chefs fire up Heston’s new toys to road test The Crown’s new menu.
We love a pop-up at Muddy. It usually signals something a bit different (not experimental) but the opportunity to try something new and exciting. Pop-up restaurants have been around for some years in London and other major cities, but they struggle to gain much traction in the rural towns. It’s a shame because they shake things up, and get you out of your culinary comfort zone.
Before we all start drowning our sorrows (although, a cheeky prosecco would be nice), Henry & Joe’s is a Friday night pop up in Newbury.
Having one of those days when ‘make dinner’ is just one of 8 million things on your to-do list? Totally run out of ideas? Yup, us too. But help is at hand, as we tap up our favourite cooks to inspire us with an nifty new dish (because there’s only so much pasta and pesto a girl can eat)
This week we welcome Thomasina Miers to the Muddy (not literally, don’t worry) kitchen.
Last week saw an historic gathering of power players for a day of diplomatic discussions. EU leaders discussing the terms of Brexit? Nah, I’m talking Muddy Stiletto’s national conference, obviously! With your local superblog now boasting 18 (yes flippin eighteen!) regional editions, us editors convened en masse in the smoke to um, drink quite a lot of prosecco.
Our venue for the day was The Harcourt, a chic Grade 2-listed, five-storey Georgian townhouse which is a bar, restaurant, meeting and private dining space – and is now officially our new favourite London haunt.
Lose the remote, quit the Netflix bingeathon, because you do not want to miss out on this super special summer night out. Set your alarm, pop it in your diary, this is BIG!
Let’s set the scene. It’s high-summer, the sun is setting. You and your gang are sipping fizz in the gardens of a stately pile, before settling in comfy chairs to watch a cinematic classic on an enormous outdoor screen in the magic-light gloaming.
Kids dropped off, we were wheel spinning out of my brother’s drive, as we sped off to the Hurley House Hotel. Mr Muddy and I were just a teeny bit excited to be staying at this chic boutique stay in the outrageously picturesque riverside village of Hurley in Berkshire. It’s not that we don’t get out much, that’s simply not possible on Muddy, but a whole 24 hours of proper grown up conversation, a night of copious gins and bit of R&R is exactly what these two frazzled parents needed.
Ahhhhhh! Just one week to go until Mothering Sunday, and I’m screeching in (as usual) with arrangements for my own Mum (sorry Ma Muddy). Restaurants reservations can be a bit of challenge, but there’s always something you can do to make your mother feel a bit spesh on Sunday 26 March. Here are Muddy’s mega Mothering Sunday picks…
Family Sunday lunch – don’t worry, you don’t have to cook it
There’s nothing quite like that feeling of knowing you don’t have to cook a roast or tidy up.
I literally couldn’t contain my excitement when I finally made it to the Oxford Blue, Old Windsor. Why all the girlie hysteria? Having semi-stalked the pub on social media, after a two-year renovation, chef proprietor Steven Ellis finally flung open the doors to his fine dining pub-restaurant on the last day of 2016. Is that not enough?
You’re right. Let me make the introductions. Muddy readers meet Steven Ellis. He’s a top chef caked in stardust having worked at three-michelin-star Restaurant Gordon Ramsey, Jamie Oliver’s Fifteen and Ian Pern’s Michelin starred Star Inn in North Yorkshire.
Pancake Day’s fast approaching and there’s a battle royal brewing as big as Trump V the rest of the world. The French crêpe is getting some serious competition from the American stack. I’m no cook. I know, shocker. But I do try and flip a pancake from time to time (usually ending in me flipping out by 5.37pm). The result? A burnt, crumpled uncooked mess. The kids walk off hungry and bored by the time offer up a vaguely edible example onto their plate.
While I was testing my waistband to the limit during my fine dining experience at the André Garrett restaurant, Cliveden House & Spa, my Muddy mucker Hero Brown was rolling around the old stables sampling the food and *ahem* fizz at the Astor Grill.
I’ve been a naughty blogger. I went on a lovely family walk around Cliveden a month or so ago that is really worth you knowing about, but *sob* haven’t yet posted it.