The Blue Lion

SquareMeal Review of The Blue Lion

This is a genteel corner of North Yorkshire – East Witton is an idyllic postcard village, framed with roses-round-the-door cottages. The Blue Lion stands grandly at one end, disguised as a handsome country house – but the homely interior dispels any notions of Gosford Park with stone floors, open fires & blackboard menus. Each of the two eating areas is blessed with big wooden tables, church chairs & candles, the cheerful staff are warmly welcoming & attentive, while the food is proper Yorkshire, both in terms of portion & provenance. Salad of black pudding, smoked bacon & shallots topped with poached egg is sweet to start, & the slow braised Masala mutton with cumin sweet potato, rich & gooey. There’s playfulness in the kitchen too – witness iced liquorice terrine with caramel sauce – a crazy kind of sweet shop confection tasting of heaven. No small wonder this place was national treasure Richard Whiteley’s favourite spot.

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££££ - £30 - £49
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Gastropub
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Location

East Witton, Unknown, North Yorkshire, DL8 4SN

01969 624273 01969 624273

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Opening Times

Sun 12N-2.15pm Mon-Sun 7-9.30pm

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Simon B

10 April 2010  
Food & Drink 4
Service 2
Atmosphere 1.5
Value 2.5
In many ways the Blue Lion at East Witton is about as idyllic a pub as you could hope to find. A few miles south of Middleham, N.Yorks, you can stay there too but, in spite of the accommodation being very nicely done, it's much more a pub with rooms than a country inn or hotel. The food's excellent – high-end pub to restaurant quality – and the building itself is an absolutely charming place to eat and/or drink. Complete with all the features that regularly have Alistair Sawday types crossing their legs – open fires, flagstones, wood panelling, local ales – it is indisputably a pub. Did I say that already? It feels like a pub. The way it carries itself, though, it nevertheless feels entirely wrong. There was a distinct air, having walked in, that no one quite knew what to do next. You're funnelled into the main room past the back of a curved settle and into the heart of a curiously amassed throng gathered at the bar, none of whom appear to be getting served. There's a guy leaning obtrusively at one side with a broadsheet newspaper, apparently waiting for a train. A number of people are wandering in between tables, none of which are occupied although they're all reserved, looking at the huge blackboard menu which dominates the room. ( I've bleated about this before, but it's inconveniently situ…oh, who am I kidding ? It's in the wrong place.) The Maitre-d, dressed as if he's off to a Prom and old enough to know better, is scurrying between customers writing orders on the hoof. Everyone is in everyone's way. It's a mess. I want to stand on a stool in the middle of the room and blow as hard as I can on a whistle. Having had our order taken and opted on booking to eat in the restaurant ,we're led down a bizarrely unkempt and brightly lit corridor to a very handsome, high-ceilinged dining room. A bit like a mortuary with a fireplace. One couple in the corner, whispering so as not to wake the cadavers, were far too polite to ask a second time for more wine after their waitress had quickly forgotten they'd ordered it. This happened more than once. She was a lovely girl this one, at least vaguely enthused by her task, sociable, and had, to her credit, pushed the boundaries of the staff dress-code by interpreting ‘black tie’ as ‘black hotpants’. She was lacking in focus, however, the blame for which I'd lay firmly at the door of a management so stuck in their ways they might not notice if you unceremoniously removed the brass poker from their backside and replaced it with a new, more sensibly commercial rulebook. Listen. I know, as you will if you've read ‘About’ LamBert, that in principle there's room for all-comers in this industry. If that's the profile they want who am I or anyone else to make fun? It's just that I don't believe it is the profile they want. The gorgeous setting, the venue, the cooking; it's all there. Reorganize, relax and for Christ's sake take your tie off. Smile warmly, welcome, serve and I promise you the repeat business will look after itself. What I wouldn't give to get hold of it and give it a proper good shake.
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