The Pig's Head

Unforgettable Sunday Roasts and Ambiance!

Nestled under the warm embrace of Clapham's convivial charm, The Pigs Head serves as the quintessential English culinary refuge, blending the easy-going spirit of a local pub with the sophistication of fine restaurant fare. As I stepped into the establishment, I was greeted by the ebullient Jack, whose enthusiasm sets the tone for a delightful nosh. The celebration of Tamworth pork on the menu is a dedication to livestock excellence, emboldened by reasoned pairings of Italian wines – generously dispensed, leaving neither the palate nor the spirits wanting. Though perhaps pub in nomenclature, the room impresses with a touch akin to bistros beyond finances many dare bargain, emboldening a frequent lockdown of future Sundays in one's calendar.

This gastronomic offering doesn't subside merely into promise but rises through execution with beguiling detail. Standout cuisine such as the roast – glistening brisket, sauced beef shin – share pride of place with sides robust enough to dawdle deliciously around the centerpiece. The staff deserve their own merited applause, engaging without intrusion, poised to accommodate dietary musings or burst into conversational pleasantries while effortless service proceeds. With heartfelt conviction, it's a retreat I imagine Jonathan Gold savoring – all elements forged into conviviality and contentment: sustainably curated dishes robust from hoof to fork, seasoned atmospherics in amiable acoustics, with guests truly coming across more as cherished friends than faint diners. Seek it for more than mere sustenance; savor it in the spirit of soul-stirring comfort that delightful discoveries serve best. — Audrey Al Dente