Location: The Red Lion Pub, Houston, Texas
Date: November 10, 2007
If you formed an opinion of the Red Lion strictly based upon the piss-poor grammar and misguided attempt at political humor showcased on the front page of their website, you probably wouldn’t be too disillusioned during your visit to their actual restaurant. I, however, only recently discovered their website and was therefore unprepared for the disappointment that awaited behind the heavy, wooden doors.
Before we begin, let me kick things off by saying that I love English cuisine. I might be in the minority on this, as most people seem to think that English cuisne is too starchy or bland for their tastes. But give me a steaming Cornish pasty or delicate Yorkshire pudding any day of the week, and I’m hot to trot. I don’t find English food to be at all bland, provided that it’s been prepared correctly. Like anything else, it can be cooked appallingly poorly and presented in a likewise unpalatable manner (such as Scotched beef, which can easily look like someone sicked up on top of a pile of mashed potatoes). But when it’s done correctly, it is something delivered straight from the Gods of Comfort Food Heaven.
I’d been to the Red Lion on many, many occasions prior to this evening’s meal, but always for a pint or two of Boddington’s after dinner or before a movie. Once, Richard and I made the mistake of ordering their $4.00 papadom basket, which sounded like a deal amidst their sea of overpriced menu items until we received our basket and saw with great chagrin that it contained exactly three papadoms, each roughly the size of a small corn tortilla. That should have been my first indication that you don’t always get what you expect at the Red Lion. Continue reading The Red Lion