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The Crown - Burchetts Green www.thecrownburchettsgreen.com
Our pub restaurant offers well sourced ingredients from France and some of the UK’s best independent food and Wine producers, ensuring a decent British-French experience.
Service is smart, casual and informative and directed by Dean.
Food Awards and Reviews: dad has won a Michelin Star for his food, we also have a respectable score in the Good Food Guide and this 2018 we are there BEST UK pub restaurant.
Our Tiny bar: Please, no pushchairs or Children under 12 as we are a tiny place.
There is no child's menu and children over 12 are fine in the dining room, but perhaps not in the bar area.
The Crown Inn
The Crown at Bray – Heston Blumenthal's The Crown at Bray ...
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We thrive on bringing people together through food and drink.
That’s why when the opportunity to take on The Crown at Bray in 2010 came around, Heston jumped at the chance.
A country pub that the locals are proud to welcome all.
The Crown serves simple yet perfectly executed traditional pub food and a crowd pleasing selection of drinks.
“A pub is not just somewhere that serves beer, it’s somewhere that brings people together” – Heston Blumenthal
The Crown | Young's Pub and Dining, South East London, Lee, SE12
Welcome to The Crown We proudly serve craft and cask-conditioned ales, world class wines and refreshing long drinks.
Why don't you book one of our amazing areas to celebrate, commiserate, have drinks with mates and generally stay late?
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The Crown, Burchetts Green, Berkshire: 'A family affair' – restaurant ...
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Paterfamilias Simon Bonwick is in the kitchen, while several of his nine children – yes, nine, and all as smilingly scrubbed as Von Trapps – work the room We’re pootling along winter-sun-dappled roads overhung with ancient trees, their limbs drooping leaves of ochre and butterscotch and vermilion.
Exuberantly barnetted paterfamilias Simon Bonwick is alone in the kitchen, while several of his nine children – yes, nine, and all as perfectly presented and smilingly scrubbed as Von Trapps – work the room.
Bonwick is clearly an adherent of classic French technique: the full Larousse of turned veg, and stocks and demi-glaces reduced into such lip-smacking richness, you just know they’ll stiffen into intense jellies as soon as your back is turned; plus elaborate desserts – “Black Forest ‘cadeau’”, say, is chocolate and cherries wrapped in white chocolate, like a perfect little gift.
This is the kind of small idyll that the horrible white men taking over our world are promising their froggy choruses, uncaring that they’ll never be able to deliver.
In Burchetts Green, the duck will always have a crisp skin, glossy sauces will always trickle from little copper saucepans, the treacle pudding will always flood the mouth with soothing, sticky sweetness.