At the end of last week, whilst driving to Rugby, we happened to drive through the village of Dunchurch and Jill, with her eagle eye, happened to spot that the Dun Cow had a pie day on Wednesdays; so today we ventured forth on a hunt for a decent pie.
To cut a long story we nipped into the pub and perused the bill of fare. Amongst the pies there was a venison, bacon and port pudding, no question, we both went for it. It was a good choice, I had the red cabbage with it, superb..
Dessert, they had Sussex Pond pudding on the menu. That's a whole lemon, wrapped in suet pastry and steamed, they served it with ice cream and it was wonderful. Memories of a Sussex childhood, only we had it with custard. The beer was good as well.
The pub is named after the Dun Cow, a monstrous beast that stood four yards tall and six yards long and provided milk for all of Warwickshire until it was upset by a local witch. It then lumbered off to Dunsmore Heath from where it ravaged the local area until it was slain by Sir Guy of Warwick. All true of course, you can check it on Wikipedia.
Having eaten far more than was good for us we set off for a stroll around the village.
By now we were getting chilled by the rotten north wind so it was back in the motor, and with Jill driving for the first time since her op. we came home.
Lovely village, if a little overrun with traffic and a super pub restaurant, we were glad we made the trip.
Watch this space...............