Serious food, in a pub, with no tablecloth – and it changed British eating more than anything in fifty years
The Lansdowne in Primrose Hill holds a 4.1 from eight hundred and ten people, charges ten to thirty pounds, and it is one of the early gastropubs.
What the word meant
It was coined in the early 1990s, and it described something genuinely new.
Serious food. In a pub. Without a tablecloth.
And the reason it mattered is not that the food was better than a restaurant’s – frequently it was not – but that it removed an entire apparatus that had been standing between British people and eating well.
The apparatus
Which was formidable, and which a great many people found genuinely intimidating.
A jacket. A booking. A maitre d’ who looked at you. A wine list you could not read. A waiter who knew you did not know, and who was in no hurry to help.
And a bill you could not predict.
Britain had, for most of the twentieth century, a food culture in which eating well was an examination – and in which a very large number of people simply declined to sit it.
What the gastropub did
Removed all of it.
You walk in. You sit down. There are no tablecloths, so there is no ceremony to get wrong. The menu is on a board. The prices are visible. You order at the bar.
And the food is as good as a restaurant’s.
The Prat’s culinary desk regards this as the single most democratising development in British eating in the last hundred years and notes that essentially nobody has said so.
And then it went wrong
Because the word was bought, which is what happens to every word in this survey.
Gastropub now means, in a very large number of cases, an ordinary pub that has put a chalkboard up and raised its prices.
Seven postcodes and six hundred and ninety-two articles.
Speakeasy meant a bar you could be arrested in. Craft meant a small independent brewer. Artisan meant made by hand. Symposium meant arguing about love until dawn.
And gastropub meant good food without the theatre – and it now means the theatre is back, and it has a chalkboard.
The 4.1
Honest, and it reflects the price – because a pub charging thirty pounds a head has raised the expectation, and the expectation is the only thing this survey has ever measured.
Verdict
Good food, lovely room, honest number.
Go, and note that there is no tablecloth, and that this was once a revolution.
The Eagle
Which is generally credited as the first, and which is worth a line.
It opened in Clerkenwell in 1991 – an ordinary pub, with an open kitchen behind the bar, a short menu on a chalkboard, and food that was as serious as anything in a restaurant.
You ordered at the bar. There were no reservations. You sat at whatever table was free, with whoever was already at it.
And it was enormously influential, and it was copied everywhere, and within a decade the entire British pub trade had rewritten its menus.
One room, in Clerkenwell, changed what an entire country expected to eat – and it did it by removing things rather than adding them.
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