The Anglesea Arms - Review - Hammersmith - London - The Infatuation
"Even the sea salt crisps at this Hammersmith pub are too classy to exist in a world of Peggy Mitchell’s blow-out and sticky carpets. The Anglesea Arms is a pub blessed with a royal blue facade and a Waitrose mentality. The scotch eggs are of the quail variety, magnums of Chianti are shared by people who’ve known each other since birth or boarding school, and it very well might be home to the highest concentration of cockapoos this side of the Cotswolds. It’s less ‘mega rounds and match of the day’, more ‘chargrilled bone marrow and tender, glazed meats’. Even if you can’t relate to the neighbouring table's travesty of the week—say, the DNA results that have thrown their coton de tulear puppy’s lineage into question—it’s fun to join the throng of regulars for a cosy, countrified modern European meal. If the sun’s out, it’s your Great British duty to fight for one of the tables on the mini pavement terrace and order the excellent, garlic soirée spaghetti alle vongole. photo credit: Aleksandra Boruch photo credit: Aleksandra Boruch photo credit: Aleksandra Boruch Pause Unmute" - Heidi Lauth Beasley
