West Country Girl is a tricky one. We’d chosen it purely on the basis of the fact that it was named after a very good Nick Cave song about Polly Harvey.* So it was definitely ticking a lot of good taste boxes. But we hadn’t researched anything else about it.
It was a Friday night so we booked WCG on our way to La Fine Mousse*** for a couple of halves to warm up. The waitress seemed surprised that we wanted to book and when we came back about 9 we could see why – the room was pretty empty. It’s a crêperie (to two graduates of Mrs Nelson’s Ferryhill Comp French A-Level group a guaranteed provocateur of some hoary old jokes, along with piscine, frigorifique and any other number of lameties now lost in the mists of time), something of which we were unaware.
The crêpes and service were great but after a long day of boulevardying I could have done with something more substantial. So it’s our bad for not knowing what we were getting ourselves into.
To see which other restaurants I’ve visited in 2016 check out my GoogleMap
*To save any confusion the headline shot is not of Miss Harvey but of Plymouth Argyle superfan Sue Pollard.** Who I believe is also a West Country Girl but who is definitely not the subject of Mr Cave’s song.
**Not to be confused with the 1980s sitcom star of the same name.
***LFM is highly recommended for beer lovers.
Blue Badge guide to London and academic specialising in early twentieth century history. Blogging on history, academia, and food and culture in the capital (and occasionally elsewhere).