When you find a great hairdresser, stick with her. I have, for 26 years. This brings me to MM, my faithful coiffeuse and long-time friend, who as fate would have it, broke her wrist three months ago and is thus taking an enforced hiatus from the hair business.
MM is living temporarily in the boonies with her sister while her wrist heals; well to a city slicker like me, High Wycombe is far enough away to be classified as the boonies. MM suggested we meet for lunch at her local – the High Wycombe Tavern. I’m always happy to oblige when it means trying something new that may not necessarily be on my radar.
The Tav dining area looks out over a park children’s playground and fountain – an attractive outlook as far as views go. The meals are typical pub fare with generous portions and reasonable prices, and MM went for her favourite, beer-battered fish with chips and a side salad, served with a draft beer, for the princely sum of $15.
In MM’s case, a lemon squash substituted for the beer.
My interest was piqued by the daily special salad of smoked salmon, and this proved a good choice. Lashings of smoked salmon, kalamata olives, and a massive serving of leafy greens, feta, red onion and cherry tomatoes, made me feel quite virtuous. Some of the meals I’ve had lately have been far from healthy, so this was a welcome feel-good change.
Without much expectation I ordered my usual long macchiato, which was a pleasant surprise and as good as many I’ve had in inner city cafes. All in all, this little foray into the burbs was a pleasant, unpretentious place to catch up with a friend on a Monday afternoon. Wait staff were friendly and attentive. There are daily food specials, family fun days, and live music on the weekends.