All-American pie
The lede to Nigel Slater's ode to chicken pot pie in the Observer makes me very happy and very hungry. (There's a recipe at the end.) "The Huntington is [an] ivy-covered grande dame [that] greets you with a complimentary glass of sherry and the promise of a hot chicken pie in the bar, a dish whose domed pastry crust hides a filling deep enough to go swimming in.
"The Huntington is like a hotel from another time; where they slip a quote from Byron under your door at night to let you know what kind of weather the dawn will bring. This is the sort of place where the barman remembers what you had to drink last night rather than how much. It is here that the barstaff expertly remove the crust from your home-made pot pie, then lay it on your plate and spoon blissfully mild chicken and velvety sauce at its side. The dish is then left on the table for you to help yourself to seconds."
"The Huntington is like a hotel from another time; where they slip a quote from Byron under your door at night to let you know what kind of weather the dawn will bring. This is the sort of place where the barman remembers what you had to drink last night rather than how much. It is here that the barstaff expertly remove the crust from your home-made pot pie, then lay it on your plate and spoon blissfully mild chicken and velvety sauce at its side. The dish is then left on the table for you to help yourself to seconds."
