I was lucky enough to be invited to The Punchbowl in Mayfair’s inaugural monthly supperclub at the beginning of the month (with Shotgun away in Scotland,I was in need of a good feed at the hands of a professional!). I dashed across to Green Park after work and slipped in at the back of the pub (formerly owned by none other than Brit gangster film director Guy Ritchie) just in time to catch the tail end of a knowledgeable lamb butchery demonstration from Allens of Mayfair and a refreshing tipple of sloe gin and ginger ale, courtesy of London gin-makers Sipsmith.
Our hungry group was led up the winding staircase to the Punchbowl’s private dining space, bedecked as a secret Victorian gaming room complete with colourful china parrot lamps, playing card wallpaper and low-hanging chandeliers.
With 11 greedy foodies, from lawyers to authors, hunters, chefs and journalists, our talented chef served up crispy shoulder of lamb with seaweed, mint yoghurt and lamb’s lettuce, roast stuffed saddle of lamb with pomme dauphinoise, seasonal vegetables and lamb jus, and a dessert of lemon posset with citrus shortbread and a raspberry coulis. We sat around a communal dining table discussing
food provenance, politics and our dream dinner guests (it has to be said that, while Churchill was most in demand, the suggestion of Anne Frank was hard to beat). We left with new friends, full bellies and the promise of returns next month. The whole evening cost a very reasonable £55 per head (wine not included). To book your place at their next, sure to sell out evening (I’m holding out for the port and cheese night) The Punchbowl, Mayfair. Cheers to the Punchbowl’s supperclub and long may it continue!