Last weekend my husband and I went out for a bite before attending a local concert. I wanted to check out a new little place that I had read about in the newspaper. The article described it as a restaurant run by a family of three (husband, wife and adult son), with a strong emphasis on homemade, authentic English-style pub fare. It sounded very intriguing.
I was sorry to see that on a Friday night at 6:00 we were the only ones in the place. Though small (only three booths inside with a few stools at the bar) it was very quaintly British in decor. Outside there was a beautifully built stone patio which is where we chose to sit after we ordered our food at the bar. The lone employee that night was a friendly, tattooed bloke that chatted with us about the place. I was glad to hear that despite the emptiness of the seats that night, he had had a very busy lunch crowd.
The menu was indeed English pub style with an emphasis on fish and chips, Scottish lagers and...something I was really excited to try...pasties! The article I read described them as rivaling any pastie made in the United Kingdom.
about hand pies and pasties. Aside from the fact that I make them myself and teach others to make them, I also lived in a state (Michigan) where pasties have a long history as a traditional food, especially in the mining towns of the Upper Peninsula. Pasties were one of the favorite lunch foods of my husband in his bachelor days when he bought them at a food cart ("King Arthur's") in the city where we lived as newlyweds. I have also learned that I have an ancestor who was famous for his delicious meat pies but steadfastly refused to share his recipe so it died with him an hundred years ago.