The Harwood Arms has been London’s only Michelin-starred pub for nearly a decade, somehow remaining both a local watering hole and high-end dining destination. It’s an impressive balancing act, one that has been made possible by chefs like Stephen Williams, Sally Abé and now, Jake Leach.
Upon entering, one is greeted by all the signs of a great pub: a laid-back atmosphere, well-stocked bar and cosy interiors. We nab a table in the corner and are soon enjoying the famous venison Scotch egg, slathered with old-school Oxford sauce.
This pub grub is soon replaced by delicate, complex plates, like a brilliantly fresh sea bream tartare laced with capers and yolk. A mackerel, potato and parsley number, meanwhile, is well-balanced, albeit well-trodden ground. To drink, the staff expertly select an Austrian white for us, one that offers a twang of sweetness to counterbalance the salinity of the fish.
A gastropub is only as good as its mains, and the Sladesdown duck for two perfectly encapsulates The Harwood’s unfussy, yet elevated style. The breast is blushing pink and flawlessly tender, resting on a bed of creamy oats and mushrooms, while the wing, heart and liver have been skewered and grilled, each delicious in its own way. One slip-up - a firm, undercooked slice of turnip - is soon forgotten thanks to gloriously crisp roast baby potatoes, doused in red wine jus. With a velvety pinot noir in hand, the thought of ever leaving seems less and less inviting.
Our meal finishes with an unexpected flourish. Trifle, typically an outdated jumble of cold sponge and sherry, here is an utter revelation. Layers of yoghurt ice cream, champagne jelly, blackcurrant granita and gingerbread crumb come together wonderfully, forming a riveting chorus that leaves us spellbound.
In an ordinary pub, £65 for three courses might feel steep. But then again, nothing about The Harwood Arms is ordinary.