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.