We arrived at the Peasant to a 1980s soundtrack, and suspect the decor hasn’t changed much since those days. The first-floor restaurant was hosting a wine tasting, so we opted for the bar menu and discovered that the once-great cooking of one of London’s first gastropubs seems to have dipped spectacularly.
A ‘broad beans, beetroot and baby turnip’ starter arrived without beans, went back and was presented again with a few tough beans added, plus a single halved turnip so hard that it flew off the plate during our attempt to spear it. ‘Trout rillettes’ on toast was better, but not rillettes – more ‘trout mixed in horseradish’. The best dish was the well-done (‘medium rare’ was ordered) house burger: a generous, well-seasoned patty on a bun with bacon and cheese, served with tasty hand-cut chips.
The crowd-pleasing drinks list includes speciality beers and wines from around the world. Our friendly, lone barman did his best, but failed to offer new glasses when we switched from white to red wine. During a quiet night here, both the food and service were disappointing.