Gastropub Crawl

The Red Lion isn't just another fake British pub -- it's an authentically fake British pub

Although the shepherd's pie at the newly opened Red Lion Pub on Shepherd is made with ground lamb, it manages to taste bland anyway. The sausages served with the bangers and mash are authentically British, which means the meat is cut with some kind of bready filler. And every plate seems to come with mashed potatoes and peas. But it's cold and rainy outside, and the bland comfort food hits the spot.

We order another couple of pints and settle back in our red pleather booth by the gas log fireplace under the faux Tudor timbers. A couple of Boddingtons help us see that this isn't just another fake British pub. This is an authentically fake British pub -- and a shining tribute to the tastes of the British middle class.

The man with the designer eyeglasses and the British accent behind the bar is founder and owner Craig Mallinson, the son of British folk singer Sarah Mallinson. According to a press release, the Yorkshire-born gent owned bars in England and Greece before establishing the Red Lion Pub in Houston.

A taste of the British middle class: The Red Lion's 
bangers and mash.
Troy Fields
A taste of the British middle class: The Red Lion's bangers and mash.

Location Info


Red Lion Pub

2316 S. Shepherd
Houston, TX 77019

Category: Bars and Clubs

Region: River Oaks


Red Lion Pub

Shepherd's pie: $10
Bangers and mash: $10
Cornish pastie: $9

2316 South Shepherd, 713-782-3030. Hours: 4 p.m. to 2 a.m. Mondays though Thursdays; noon to 2 a.m. Fridays through Sundays.

Pubs in the British Isles range from the dark, ancient and time-honored to the sunny, suburban and silly. But based on my experience, outside of London, the average British pub looks like a middle-class family room with a big TV, chintz curtains and neutral carpeting. And the food is hot, filling and resolutely underseasoned. But to criticize the bready bangers, ubiquitous mashed potatoes or floury gravy is to condemn the British culinary aesthetic itself. And those jokes (e.g., "In hell, the British are the cooks, the Germans are the cops, and the French are the mechanics") are getting old.

In fact, for the past 20 years or so, the UK has been undergoing a remarkable culinary makeover. You'd think food snob Ted Allen from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy had been elected to Parliament and was running things. London is awash in trendy new eateries; English yuppies argue about where to get smoked salmon; people have thrown away their Marmite. Televised food shows like Two Fat Ladies and The Naked Chef have brought this new food consciousness to the masses, eventually changing even pub grub.

I e-mailed John Whiting, an expat American food writer who's spent the past 22 years in London, to ask him about the trend. "British pubs are taking advantage of a burgeoning interest in food, serving anything from Thai to Tex-Mex," he replied. "Alas, their ambition usually exceeds their skill."

It's nice to know that the quesadillas found in every British pub in Houston are authentic, anyway. At the Red Lion, you can get them with or without guacamole. But unfortunately, the Red Lion's international pub grub is competing with excellent international fare at other pubs in the immediate vicinity. As previously noted here, the psychedelic cheeseburger at Rudyard's Pub on Waugh is among the best burgers in Houston. And if you like thin-crusted crispy pizza, you're probably well acquainted with the stupendous pie served at Kenneally's Irish Pub right across the street.

But if pizza, quesadillas and hamburgers are too plebian for your tastes, you might want to move up to a "gastropub" -- the new trend in British fine dining. One of the fastest-selling cookbooks in the UK right now is The Gastropub Cookbook, in which food writer Diana Henry offers a guide to this peculiarly British institution, along with recipes for such gastropub dishes as belly of pork with black pudding and mustard mash, beef and wild mushrooms braised in Guinness, and Cornish fish casserole with saffron.

The food at the Red Lion on Shepherd may be too old-school to be "gastro," but there are British pubs in Houston that do fit the description.

The tops of the tables are of well-worn wood and the walls are decorated with dignified portraits here at the Black Labrador Pub on Montrose. The stale beer smells and sticky floors usually associated with British pubs are completely lacking. And the menu is quite ambitious. Welsh walnut salad with blue cheese, mussels in white wine sauce, and grilled orange and bourbon salmon are among the offerings.

We start off by sharing a bowl of baked potato soup, a creamy potage seasoned with cheddar, chives and meaty bacon. My dining companion orders "sole in its coffin," a macabre name for a delightful fish dish in which chunks of baked fish are topped with creamy wine sauce, sautéed shrimp and mushrooms, all served in the coffin of a hollowed-out baked potato. I opt for the traditional steak and kidney pie, a generous portion of tender beef and chewy kidneys baked in a casserole dish with a pastry shell. I wash my pie down with a Guinness.

My dining companion is too full for the "spotted dick," a favorite English dessert of pudding dotted with raisins. Instead, we ask our waitress to serve us a couple of the pub's specialty coffees in front of the fireplace. I like her Scottish coffee with single malt and Drambuie better than my Irish coffee with its single shot of Jameson's, but she refuses to share more than a sip. I content myself with memories of the excellent meal, the roaring fire and the scenery, which consists largely of blonds.

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