No buzz: the main dining room
(Picture: Daniel Hambury/Stella Pictures Ltd)“So,” said my mate, turning to me midway through lunch at The Black Sheep in Wimbledon. “What, er, made you choose this place?” That I had already been privately asking myself versions of that question probably gives you a sense of how this meal eventually played out. Still, let us look at the various candidates.
Had it been the lure of visiting SW19 while the tennis was on? Was it a vague sense of guilt about not schlepping to this part of town nearly enough? Or was it merely curiosity about the Gladwin brothers, the sibling farmer-restaurateur founders of this place, plus five others, that form a rapidly expanding “farm-to-fork” empire across west and central London? The truth was probably some mixture of all three.
