I was recently invited to The Perch, Oxford to try their new spring menu. Never having been before I was agog with curiosity as I had heard all good things. Based in Northwest Oxford it’s a handy location, sited near to Port Meadow and, thus, offering succour to parched walkers as well as the Rah lunchtime crowd. The drive there was an adventure of the unexpected. The Sat Nav lead me through the strange urban dreariness of the Oxford outskirts, past one or two business parks and industrial estates until I despaired of ever finding The Perch to be the rural idyll of pub-hood I’d heard it touted as. Almost as soon as this thought crossed my mind I turned left, went over a small bridge and found myself in the depths of the green and pleasant countryside in which Oxfordshire specialises.
For two committed carnivores I never imagined The Man and I would end up eating mostly vegetarian food, yet that’s exactly what has happened. Once or twice a week we’ll have a meat meal, once or twice a fish meal, the rest of the time pure, straight-up veggie – we don’t even eat meat substitutes. It’s not because we don’t enjoy meat, trust me, we do. The Sunday roast or a bacon sandwich is still a treat we look forward to with great relish, but we just couldn’t justify the quantity of meat we were eating – not and feel like we were eating ethically.