When carnivorous cravings kick in and I happen to be staying at my ultra-cushy Wimbledon abode, I count myself as luckier than Frankie Cocozza on a Sunday night (that’s for his inexplicable ability to survive, not his alleged effect on the ladies) as two fantastic independent butchers sit conveniently on my doorstep.
Robert Edwards of Leopold Road is probably the better known of the two. A bit more upmarket, they stock a wide array of high-quality meats, many pre-prepared and oven-ready to suit the hectic lifestyles of this Nappy Valley outpost. But on this occasion, it was the wares of Arthur Road’s more traditional (read: cheaper) W.A Gardner & Son that caught my eye on Friday morning, in particular the temptingly plump rabbits that seemed to wink at me from their window.
