CommonWealth Gastropub

Anglican calories for Episcopalian palates. Such a flattering tribute indeed that actual British cuisine may sue for misrepresentation. Jaime Oliver channels Jane Austen: bits of rare welsh, real treacle, culinary classics that make you say "blimey." "Just beer" not an option but dear old Blighty's ales and lager have hobbits and elves singing side by side. The outside feels like the Tate Modern—inside, Saatchi's loving the minimalist crockery.