Another academic year, another trip to Leamington to drop off the Old Boy at university. This year we bucked tradition by opting for Thai rather than a curry. I was attracted to the Elephant by the picturesque room which teems with carved wood and South Asian knick knacks. After a round of umming and ahhing (we hadn’t booked) they managed to squeeze us into the half empty room at a table for two in the window and we looked at the menu.
Those knick knacks don’t come cheap. Prices were a good 50% up on our local (admittedly more rough and ready) Thai, Boon Noon so I was expecting something special. Chicken Satay up from was fine – sweet charred chicken and a tasty peanut sauce alongside it. As I was paying plenty I ate all the carved vegetables it rode in with.
For mains we’d turned out to have ordered the same curry, just I had duck and James had chicken. It was fine, mildly spiced and creamy. But there wasn’t much of it. Jasmine rice provided the stodge and all of it was washed down with a Chang lager.
The food was good but at 30 quid a head we were paying too much for what was on affer.
We went for a beer aferwards in a local pub where a sign by the till bore the legend, ’31 days to Brexit … 95 days to Christmas.’ We definitely weren’t in north London any more.
To see where else I’ve eaten go to the GoogleMap …
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