Some­time last week I took my sis­ter to lunch at Fox­glove. We both star­ted with the car­a­mel­ised onion soup in a cob bowl with gruy­ere cheese and white truffle, which was less liquid than we expec­ted, but it was deli­cious. Just look at it:

It was pretty filling just by itself, so I was anti­cip­at­ing a small por­tion for my main. Instead, I got two glor­i­ous bits of beer battered mar­ket fish with green pea gribiche (which is pretty much just tar­tar sauce) AND then they brought out fries and salad to go with it. Yum!

My sis­ter, mean­while, had con­fit chick­en leg with cray­fish ravi­oli and mush­room cream.

What I tried of it was tasty, with a sur­prise cit­rus zing. Our Magrain Sav was deli­cious as well, full size por­tions served in full size glasses (take note, Finc!). Ser­vice was great, until we tried to pay, and were left flounder­ing for about ten minutes while we were also wait­ing for our cof­fees to go, because lunch had taken about an hour and twenty minutes. Oth­ers have com­plained that the ferns by the door are smelly, but we were on the oth­er side of the res­taur­ant so we did­n’t notice.  Based on the qual­ity of the food, and the gen­er­ous servings of it, I would def­in­itely return to Fox­glove, as long as I had plenty of time to spare.