I take Sunday lunch very seriously when we're in the UK. If a pub says it serves "Traditional Sunday Lunch," I expect it to be served by a balding landlord, huffing up the stairs from the too-small kitchen while arguing loudly with his once-attractive but now tragically large-busted and over-made-up wife (called Barbara), while muttering insults under his wheezing breath.
Too specific, y'think? Probably, but that's my expectation and, damn it, I'm the customer!
Which brings us to The Ivy House, a great pub stuck on a hillocks to the side of the Amersham Road. We visited with a quite-large party, in the latter hours of what is generally considered lunchtime. It was to be our last big meal before flying home, and I had taste buds that needed to be sated for about another year.
The place delivered mightily. Pleasingly for our diverse crew, it had a great selection of meals for traditionalists, kids, and vegetarians. Service was swift and friendly absent the balding landlord and trollopy wife in my imagination but full of an efficient waiter who couldn't have been more helpful.
The roast beef was good but, as the last of the day, it was a little dry and gristly. The rhubarb and ginger crumble with custard was lovely, though perhaps a tad too sweet for some. All five of the kids with us thoroughly enjoyed their meals, too, so the whole party was completely happy. The ale I had was the icing on the cake (not literally), though it's name now escapes me.
The Ivy House is an excellent spot for a great Sunday lunch. They had signs in the pub, asking for patrons to support an effort to stop a new train track being laid across the fields right in front of the pub. I surely hope they succeed in this effort. The pub's in a very serene spot. If we're ever in the area again, we'll be back. read more