When I've had a heavy night, the morning after means one thing and one thing only. Calories. And lots of 'em.
Nothing quite cleanses a wine-headache like a sunny day spent with the girls in a pub garden. But The Gate in Chorleywood isn't just any old pub garden. It's my favourite pub garden.
I first stumbled upon The Gate on one hazy, hungover morning on the hunt for said calories. To my pleasure, I found a beautifully simple patio filled with pretty candles, rickety chairs and tables, mismatching cutlery and most importantly, delicious food.
As you can see, none of us were feeling particularly perky. The waiter flung a few delicately laid out menus our way and we got searching. I went for the fresh orange and mango juice to get things goin'.
This was the only house red I would be sampling during this particular lunch time...
I can't say I was too put out.
The girls enjoyed taunting me with their pizzas, which were all tomotoey and chickeney and jalapenoey, just as any pizza worth it's crust should be.
Obviously my taste buds over ruled my common sense (and my stomach) and I treated myself to a sliver of Justine's, just to taste. The base is super thin and crunchy, so although I wouldn't recommend the wheat-free among us to order a pizza when cravings become too much, if you're gonna cave, cave at The Gate. It's almost worth the couple of stomach-spasm filled hours. Almost.
So who wants to take me dancing on Friday night, so I can come back here on Saturday afternoon?
As you can see, none of us were feeling particularly perky. The waiter flung a few delicately laid out menus our way and we got searching. I went for the fresh orange and mango juice to get things goin'.
This was the only house red I would be sampling during this particular lunch time...
The menu offers a fair amount of choice, all of the usual pub garden trimmings, pastas, meat and potatoes, salads and posh sarnies.
Being horrendously wheat intolerant, I had to rule out the delicious, thin crust pizzas in favour of a crispy duck salad with shredded cucumber, a hoisin glaze and a sprinkle of toasted sesame seeds.
Being horrendously wheat intolerant, I had to rule out the delicious, thin crust pizzas in favour of a crispy duck salad with shredded cucumber, a hoisin glaze and a sprinkle of toasted sesame seeds.
I can't say I was too put out.
I didn't stop there though, my friend.
These little babies were the main event. Homefried chunky chips dripping in a gooey, rich garlic mayo with just the right amount of ooomph to it. Served on the side of my salad, I didn't even feel naughty. I'd already eaten them up before I had the chance to, anyway.
The girls enjoyed taunting me with their pizzas, which were all tomotoey and chickeney and jalapenoey, just as any pizza worth it's crust should be.
Obviously my taste buds over ruled my common sense (and my stomach) and I treated myself to a sliver of Justine's, just to taste. The base is super thin and crunchy, so although I wouldn't recommend the wheat-free among us to order a pizza when cravings become too much, if you're gonna cave, cave at The Gate. It's almost worth the couple of stomach-spasm filled hours. Almost.
No need to book a table if you're popping in for a Saturday lunchtime seeing to, although they do get pretty busy on Sunday afternoons. To check out the menu or book online, visit the website.
So who wants to take me dancing on Friday night, so I can come back here on Saturday afternoon?
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