27th
when the summer decides that has had enough and tootles back off to continental europe or wherever it lives nowadays. a chap can often be found yearning for something comfortable to eat. my friends, i have found the utopia of all pub-based eateries. the windmill pub on mill street w1 is thrice national steak and kidney pie champions.
if you are dissatisfied by a pie that is no more than a casserole with a puff pastry top then this is the nook to nosh in. their pies are fully encased in pastry so palatable that you might be tempted to go in for a second helping. delicieux as our pie-deprived neighbours might say.
the clientele are none too shabby either, a regular wears a watch on a chain in his waistcoat with a pocket square to match his tie. now he was a real gent.
top marks to the boy wonder daffyd for his recommendation. spread the word
