The King's liver, Berkshire, England
The rural idyll of Berkshire might seem like an unlikely spot for a manly meal. But Mike Robinson, chef-patron of The Pot Kiln Pub serves a menu almost entirely made up of animals he has hunted on local estates. We spent a morning stalking deer and returned to the pub for a breakfast that included not only the kidneys of a deer shot only 45 minutes previously but also “the King’s Liver” (so called because it was supposed to be given in tribute to the monarch). It was the finest breakfast of my life.