The Woolpack, Slad, Gloucestershire: ‘Fancy but hearty food’ – restaurant review

The Woolpack, Slad, Gloucestershire: ‘Keeping it cosy.’ Photograph: Ed Schofield/The Guardian

One of the several million reasons I love Great Britain, and can never truly join in with giving it a kicking, is our place names. Nobody doles them out like we do. Take Slad in the Cotswolds. Yes, it’s a charming village on the side of a valley, but it has the name of a Brutalist architect or a 15th-century Romanian warlord. Just the word Slad evokes arduous winters and that bit in An American Werewolf in London when the doomed walkers drop in at the terrifying local pub on darts night.

The Woolpack’s ‘earthy’ chicken livers with persillade on sourdough toast: ‘Fancy, but ultimately hearty.’ Photograph: Ed Schofield/The Guardian