follow Who doesn’t love a good pie? A proper pie with a pastry bottom and sides, as well as a crispy golden top. None of this ‘it’s got a pastry lid so it’s a pie’ rubbish. That’s a stew, with a pastry hat. Which I’m also happy to eat, but only when you call it what it is.
retail price of singulair It was a bloody miserable, hoods-up kinda Saturday when I decided to go up to the small but perfectly formed Druid Street Market in Bermondsey. By the time I’d traipsed from Borough station, complete with dripping nose and damp socks, I was ready for pie. With eyes peeled, I spotted a small stall with a sunny yellow gingham tablecloth and jars of colourful pickles to boot.
I opted for a pork, stilton, apple and ginger pie served hot with a dollop of spicy piccalilli for good measure. It was a generously-filled delight. The pork was lovely, seriously meaty and is all fully-traceable back to farms in the Yorkshire Dales. The other flavours combined wonderfully – fresh but warming with just enough Stilton to give a bit of tang. The pastry itself was golden, crisp and beautifully peppered.
I can’t wait to get my hands on another Proper Good Pie.
Luckily for me, Olivia can be found at Druid Street once a month, as well as at Off the Cuff in Herne Hill and a couple of local microbreweries (including Brew by Numbers in Bermondsey). That’s one pie and pint I really wouldn’t wanna miss.