In years gone by, “pub grub” might have been a less than complimentary term, but times have changed, and our experience with pub grub was synonymous with a hearty, delicious meal in a fun and “authentic” setting. We ate in pubs in Dublin, London, and Oxford, and we thoroughly enjoyed our meals in all three cities (I admit my particular fondness for Oxford because we ate at The Eagle & Child, which inspired all kinds of literary-related freaking out and squealing for me).
Thanks to the recommendation of my sister’s dear friend Hannah, who was currently living in Dublin when we arrived, we ate at two excellent pubs in Dublin. We enjoyed Irish specialties like bangers & mash and Guinness stew, and I started learning to appreciate “the tall blonde in the black dress” — Guinness! I never thought I would like beer of any kind (and I still don’t like light beer), but I can happily report that I have begun to enjoy a good dark beer, of which Guinness is without doubt the reigning Queen.
Our best pub experience in London was at The Anchor, a historic site that has been a tavern, of various names, for over 800 (!) years. A funky, meandering building with a handful of rooms connected by passageways and stairs, it truly felt like going back in time when we stepped inside and enjoyed our best meal in London.
If we were keeping score, my brother-in-law Taylor’s outrageous stacked burger at Eagle & Child in Oxford would absolutely have won. I wish we had a picture of our faces when our waitress set down that platter in front of Taylor!
Do you have any favorite pub grub experiences? Come share in the comments!