Sunday morning after an all day session the day before found us sprightly and raring for Sunday lunch somewhere. None of us could really be bothered wandering too far, so The Eagle pub at the end of the road was put forward as an option. Well known in the local area, the Victorian boozer can boast having its name in the Pop Goes The Weasel nursery rhyme, and brings with it old school charm and a rough around the edges feel.
It wasn’t busy, pretty empty in fact considering it was prime time Sunday lunch, making me think from the off that we may’ve been better going elsewhere. I found their menu a tad confusing; there were Sunday roasts, boards of charcuterie, salads and then a mix of small plates ranging from Poutine, sprats and padron peppers. This initial confusion stopped me in my tracks for a few minutes, and for a while I’d contemplated getting a selection of small plates, but thought better of it and went for a classic fish and chips.
The aforementioned fish and chips were good; fish came with a light crisp, golden batter, and regardless of my view that chippy chips are the best, these did the job. Even the mushy peas which were more akin to crushed peas were decent, and I don’t even like them normally. Poutine was good – made with compulsory rich and creamy curds, furthermore, they hadn’t drowned the chips in a sea of gravy; always a plus in my book. The roasts themselves looked just ok, but that’s about it really. Whilst the other half heartily tucked into the meat, he gifted me the Yorkshire which I found disappointingly dry and should’ve been a lot better. The veg was just above average, the parsnips in particular looked anaemic, underdone and were hard to cut, the roast potatoes were better and slightly, just slightly made up for them.
Overall, the place has a homely feel and I was happy with parts of the meal – the poutine and fish and chips were great, but if you’re after a Sunday roast I’m sure there are better places locally.
2 Shepherdess Walk