My head is buzzing with wedding stuff at the moment. We’re three weeks away from the big day and I honestly feel like it’s taken over my life. But this weekend Andrew and I decided to take a break from wedding chores, and went out and about in London, have a stroll and do the things we used to enjoy before Weddinggedon took hold of our lives.
We ended up in Battersea, which is far from our corner of North London, but one I have spent a bit of time in owing to my older brother living there for a bit years ago.
After a brief stroll from Clapham Junction, we ended up at The Candlemaker for lunch. The Tardis-like pub has recently had a change in management and is now in the good hands of Michele Cremona, who ran The Full English pop-up in Soho.
Under Michele’s command, The Candlemaker serves traditional English food – think rib-sticking, hangover cure things, just like Granny used to make.
When we arrived the pub was pretty empty, so we had our choice of where to sit. We opted for the pretty outdoor courtyard, grabbing a glass of wine on the way. We felt quite at home in our little nook, and got engrossed in conversation, which was for once not about anything to do with our wedding. Bliss.
When we dragged our minds to food, we had trouble deciding. We asked the lovely barman to help us chose. He said we absolutely had to have the six-hour, slow-roasted lamb shepherd’s pie. Can’t argue with that. Andrew went for a roast, and I had some chicken wings too (the Shepherd’s Pie as to share).
The chicken wings were fairly standard. We were told they were spicy, but I didn’t find this to be the case at all. I’m not sure they’re quite English fare, but hey, who cares?
Andrew’s roast was very much an authentic homemade roast. It was even served on crockery that wouldn’t look out of place at your Nan’s gaff. He said it was really tasty, and the beef looked nice and rare – just how I like it.
The star of the show was the shepherd’s pie though. The bar man had done us proud! Two discs of crisp on the ouside, fluffy on the inside mash floated on what was basically a rich lamb ragu. The meat melted in the mouth. It was divine. I ate so much of this my chicken barely got touched – oops.
Sated and happy, with our wedding chores feeling a million miles away, we hoped back on the Ginger Line back to North London feeling restored.
The Candlemaker, 136 Battersea High St, London SW11 3JR
Our lunch at The Candlemaker was complimentary.