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The Famous Cock Tavern: Is there anything melted cheese can’t fix?

14 Jun

Seldom have we seen such fantastic distribution with such mismatched ingredients.  But then again, seldom do we eat at places with “cock” in the title.

It's real!

The Famous Cock Tavern is a short walk from London’s Arsenal Stadium.  The draft list is decent and the food is cheap.  And, more importantly, they’ve decked the place out with flat screen TVs for the World Cup. The name refers to poultry, just like Ye Olde Cock on Fleet Street or The Cock Tavern in Smithfield.  (If you’re still giggling, we’d suggest riding the Piccadilly line in London, which ends at Cockfosters.)

Appearance (5): These nachos looked like a bit of a mess. It was unclear where the salsa ended and the chilli began. Gobs of sour cream were melting in the corners. We couldn’t see much cheese. The jalapenos looked like they were genetically-enhanced. Thankfully, though, looks can be deceiving.

Quality of Ingredients (6): The chips were like Doritos, but much thicker. They were heavily seasoned, with a bit of a spicy kick. (Sort of reminded us of Long Acre!).  There was too much salsa and it was too sweet to go with the spicy chips.  The chilli con carne was mild.  The sour cream was warm and gloppy.

Distribution of Toppings (9): These nachos were exceptionally constructed.  Melted jack cheese was layered through the whole plate, including a bottom layer!  While the toppings were an odd mix, they were spread out evenly. There was more than enough to cover all the chips.

Perhaps the management has been talking to John Harvards?

Value (9): At £7.49 (or $11), these were an

excellent value for London. The plate was enough for dinner for two or a hefty-sized snack for four.

Overall (29): These nachos slowly won us over. They looked weird, and we were reluctant to dig through the warm sour cream and salsa layer. By the end, though, we couldn’t get enough of the spicy chips, melted cheese and chilli. Still, we’d guess that the Famous Cock Tavern is famous for other things.

Pour House Redux: Sloppy Seconds

12 Mar

Nacho Patrol prides itself on never leading its readers and loyal fans astray. The thought of promoting a bad plate of nachos breaks the clogged arteries where our hearts used to be. But at the same time, we’re admitted sissies…for over a year we’ve been too scared to go back to Pour House because we didn’t want to risk our review of the #1 nachos in Boston. What if they weren’t that good? What if they’d raised the price? What if the cheese wasn’t as melty, the chili not as spicy, the chips not as crunchy? Our top tier nacho spank-bank contributor would be ravished! Rather than take that chance, we’ve gone fifteen months without monitoring the situation at Pour House. But now, bolstered by Spring Break and myriad naughty thoughts about Joe Mauer, we were ready to make our triumphant return to Pour House.

However, there was one small problem: we’re giant failures.

Because of technical difficulties and general stupidity on our part and on the part of the lone crazy guy waiting tables in the basement of Pour House, we can’t call this an actual review. Still, look at those babies! That’s about 5 stories of nacho goodness through and through. If you ignore the fact these are sans chili and black beans (failure #1), Pour House nachos are looking ripe for nacho perfection. The price is still right: $8.50 for their Nachos Grande, which handily defeated three Patrollers. And the flavors are all still there: yummy chili, fresh salsa, decent black beans. The cheese was a bit scant, but we blame that in part on what we had to do to actually make these Nachos Grande:

That’s right. They got our order wrong (failure #2). We’ll take the blame for compounding the problem by simply ordering a bowl of chili and a bowl of beans to dump on top. By the time the ingredients were assembled, the cheese was stiff and the chips were soggy. Distribution was a problem and by the end we had ourselves a mess of sour cream and floppy, naked chips. Now that’s just depressing.

Nacho Patrol can be accused of bias: maybe we want these nachos to be the best so we ignore the failings. Then again, we’re a team of optimists. We see the best in a plate of nachos and we recognize the potential for greatness. The moral of the story is this: when you go to Pour House (and you should. Often.) do what you have to do to get the Nachos Grande. Make sure that crazy waiter hears you. Keep your ID’s out and ready for action if you want a beer. Maybe bring a trumpet-style hearing aid if your hearing is at all compromised. But whatever you do, GET EXCITED: for the moment, these are the best nachos in Boston!