Take me home please

Cooke's, 48 Goldhawk Road W12
Season 2008-2009

ROUND 04
28.11.'08

Played
Eels
(5 pts)
Pie
(4 pts)
Mash
(3 pts)
Afters
(2 pts)
Liquor
(1 pts)
Subtotal
Total
NICK EVANS
4
1
2
1
0
1
17
67
TERRY CECIL
4
0
2
2
0
2
16
60
JOHN LEACH
3
0
2
1
0
1
12
44
ANDY POTTER
3
           
43
SCOTT CECIL
3
           
40
BEN HAYES
2
           
35
EDWARD MOSSE
3
0
1
1
0
1
8
33
TOM LEADER
1
           
33
DAVID ROYALTON-KISCH
2
           
30
TED BATTS
3
0
2
1
0
1
12
28
GRAHAM DARLOW
1
           
28
LEN WILCOCK
1
           
28
TONY CHUNG
2
0
2
1
0
1
12
24
THOMAS KRAFT
2
           
24
NICHOLAS KINGSTON-SMITH
1
           
17
ALAN SMITH
1
           
14
DOUGLAS BENFORD
1
1
1
1
0
1
13
13
RICHARD LUCAS
1
           
12
ALAN TERRY
1
           
12
TAMSIN EVANS
1
           
8
BEN HARVEY
1
           
8
ANTO MORRA
1
           
8
JACK MOSSE
1
           
8
DENISE ROUSE
1
           
8

It was a shock to discover that four long years have passed since last we visited the Goldhawk Road. We were shocked at the evolutionary changes wrought upon the indigenous population (see leader pic above), but comforted by the prospect of Cooke's's cosy environs at the end of a drizzle-spattered journey. You could say that Cooke's is the Land That Time Forgot, with scant concession to fanglements of the Modern World.

Perhaps their secret is to turn back the hands of time (see detail on the right hand picture). Magnificent pink woodchip wallpaper combines with a festoonment of flags to lift the spirit and stimulate the appetite.

Talking of 'The Modern World' was rising star Terry Cecil, one time East Ender and now a Basildonian. Since his momentous decision to 'take the Parka' in 1978, Terry has been a confirmed Scooter Boy – cutting through the capital's congested thoroughfares like a hot spoon through shortcrust.

It comes as no great surprise to learn that Ted Batts once rode a roaring Triumph, terrorising West London with his thunderous throttle.

 

Let's stay on the two wheeled theme for a moment, for here is Douglas Benford who bicycled bravely from Brentford. Doug once ran a foodies group called 'The Wurst Club in the World' so the lad can clearly cut the mustard, and knows his way round a sausage or two. Doug's words to me on finishing his meal – 'That was pretty much exactly what I expected'. You can't say fairer than that. He is portrayed peeling a clementine, thoughtfully provided by Mister Chung who paid a cheeky visit to the Market whilst we was waffling.

We were also joined by a guy called Cy, I said to him have a pie and I will buy, but he wouldn't try and I don't know why. There was a mysterious exchange of tools with John Leach and then he bought us all a cuppa to his great credit.

 

This is Angela. She has worked here for the last fifteen years and forms a vital part of Cooke's' friendly service. We discussed the shop's famous pie-making machine, a mechanical beast of mythic proportions housed beneath the earth's crust and powered pie-draulically by eruptions of molten magma. I am not sure if any 'above stairs' staff have actually glimpsed it; legend promises a Cyclopic fate to all who cast their eyes upon it (see above).

The inflatable delight on the right needs no further explanation. A stark warning against over-indulgence.

Would you like a flag with that?

Yes, on a cocktail stick in my mash. Come on you great British innovators, this is the perfect party accessory for your cheese, pineapple and chipolata canopies.

 

 

Clems came courtesy of the bargainacious Shepherd's Bush Market, just around the corner.

The other gem in this neighbourhood is Harris's 'Cafe Rest', just over the road. Any establishment sporting net curtains and a no-nonsense chalk board like this is at least worthy of a cup of tea, but Harris's comes highly recommended by John and Ted.

It was a filthy day, but The Cooke's Pie and Mash experience was just the ticket and I count that as time well spent.

Cross-town Triffic.

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