
The Café
For members. Or anyone who has ever referred to a hedge maze as manageable.
Served daily from 11:11 until the last claret is decanted.

Estate Season · A note from the kitchen
Chef Lucien Marceau has returned from a fall spent somewhere between a stable block in Gloucestershire, a very long lunch at a house with its own hunt breakfast tradition, and a disagreement with a duke's second son over the correct way to hold a teacup. He arrived home tanned in a way that suggests time outdoors, tight lipped in a way that suggests time indoors, and newly fluent in the difference between dressage and everything else.
His fall menu draws from the rituals of those raised on hunt breakfasts, family portraits that don't quite match the family fortune, dogs better behaved than the guests, and the specific ease of people whose houses are older than most countries.
Expect elegance. Expect old money. Expect subtext.
Beverages
For warming hands, hearts and inherited titles.
Hot signatures
Cold comforts
Seasonal specials
Wine and Spirits
Selected by Alistair for those who know their vintages and their lineage.
Pairs well with tweed, old grudges and a fire that has been lit since noon.
Appetizers
For the hour between arriving and being seen.
Mains
For lunch that becomes dinner without anyone noticing.
The Estate Bird
Dessert
Where the afternoon quietly refuses to end.
House notes
Tweed encouraged. Wellingtons acceptable indoors, within reason.
Dogs welcome, and generally better behaved than the guests.
References to the family estate applauded. Questions about the family fortune discouraged.
All menu items subject to weather, inheritance disputes and chef discretion.