Monday, 15 August 2011
7) The Three Kings
If you're a regular reader of this blog, you will probably think "finally, he has been to The Three Kings, he must be chuffed." Well you're wrong, I'm deflated. For I am not famous. The last post means nothing to me. There is someone else, and his name is David. There is another blog about the excellence of the Scotch Egg, and you can find it here.
I genuinely thought I was the only one.
I was close to throwing in the towel when I found out the news, I mean the guy is a professional. He has an unquestionable knowledge of food. He can actually string a correctly punctuated and grammatically correct sentence together. It is a fantastic blog, but it takes two to tango. I simply love Scotch Eggs, and what good is it, going out looking for the perfect one and not documenting it? I MUST continue. I owe it to the fans. I owe it to myself...
The amount of times I have drunk in The Three Kings couldn't be counted on all my fingers and all my toes. It's a great pub, and arguably one of my favourites in the whole of London. I had never sampled their Scotch Eggs, though I knew a lot about them. They aren't made in-house, but by the very respectable Handmade Scotch Egg Company. On the day The Three Kings had four of their varieties. I had them all.
The first I went for was "Black Watch." Basically a black pudding encrusted (with a bit of pork) egg. I'm a cheap thrills kind of guy. I love a good fry-up and thought this would be a dream come true for me. I wasn't dreaming. Neither was I in heaven. I was simply enjoying it. As expected it had a smooth and crumbly texture and was bulging with all the goodness you would expect from black pudding (barley, suet etc). Very tasty, and different to anything I'd tried before. Unique.
Number two was a vibrant red colour. It could only be "The Casablanca." Pork loaded with chili and pepper. It certainly packed a punch, and started the first real salivation of the evening. Rich and sharp, though also letting the pork do enough talking. Again a very original take on the SE, but not overpowering and overly hot. Even better than the first.
It was time for the 2nd round of drinks and with it came the 2nd round of Scotch Eggs. A fine summers evening, with some fine friends, and some Summer Lightning, a really fresh and hoppy pale bad boy, that was washing gods honest, delicious work down a treat.
Optimistic as ever, I tore into the Vegetarian one. Again, it was average. Quite dry. Bland. It looked like it could be a winner. It had more of a green tinge to it, making me think it could be packed with flavour. I was wrong. I'm still yet to find a decent vegi SE. Another reason to justify this quest.
Last but not least, the original and best. Delicate. Perfectly seasoned. Densely coated with meat. The same breadcrumb as the rest of them; crisp on the lips. This is proof (at the moment) that original can't be beaten. Though marked on par with The Casablanca, this was far superior. I still think I marked that one from The Royal Oak too high, this one pisses all over it. Must of been my deluded, starving nature.
P.S. I'll explain my friend Ryan's ground breaking scaling brainwave next time. I'm a bit egged out.