The Plough at Bolnhurst

The Plough at Bolnhurst The true joy of The Plough at Bolnhurst is the perfect trinity of atmosphere, service and sumptuous food.
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Wild mushroom ravioli, celeriac veloute & black truffleWe could change what we do, we could cut costs, and out source wh...
07/02/2026

Wild mushroom ravioli, celeriac veloute & black truffle

We could change what we do, we could cut costs, and out source what we do “in house”. It’s a shift and a choice society increasingly is making, and there is no judgment here - everyone is just trying to get by whether that’s a busy working parent needing a fast meal in the midweek rush. Or a restaurant struggling to make the balance sheet work. There is still something special about getting your food served, memories to be made, and all places and spaces to eat have their time and place in our book.

We are incredibly proud to have a kitchen team of chefs who have the skills to take the time to make everything they possibly can. Our kitchen still makes its own bread, its own stocks & sauces, does its own butchery, and yes we make all our pastas too… we think it makes us a bit different - we think people feel that and appreciate it in our food.

The reason why that’s hard nowadays is the time it takes, the dedication, the skill, and the ever increasing costs. Hospitality is not being prioritised at the moment, and that does make sense when you think, there are so many things that need support. However, we take the view that connection, sitting down and eating a meal together, breaking bread, that’s not something we should lose - and there is still room to celebrate that.

We will keep trying to do what we do, perhaps going against the grain of the times - but offering honest, handmade food. We promise every ravioli will still have been made with care, skill and attention, and made here.

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28/05/2024

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Whole Dover Sole & Wild Garlic Butter We could tell you all about the day boat Cornish fish we buy, and the foraged wild...
22/02/2024

Whole Dover Sole & Wild Garlic Butter

We could tell you all about the day boat Cornish fish we buy, and the foraged wild garlic, and the skills we cultivate here in our team.

But let’s put it like this: in a world that is very complicated, we will just keeping buying really good things, from good people who are doing things properly, and cooking them very well, and keeping it simple.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the PloughNot a guest was eating, not even a mouse;The ladles were hun...
24/12/2023

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Plough
Not a guest was eating, not even a mouse;
The ladles were hung by the stove with care,
In hopes that no checks would soon be there;
The chefs were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of soufflés danced in their heads;
And Jayne in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
So up to the Plough roof the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of food, and St. Nicholas too And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of goodies he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a supplier just delivering the goods.
His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
The stump of a chorizo he held tight in his teeth,
And the smell, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of panna cotta. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the fridges; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Address

The Plough, Kimbolton Road
Bedford
MK442EX

Opening Hours

Wednesday 12pm - 4pm
6:30pm - 10:30pm
Thursday 12pm - 4pm
6:30pm - 10:30pm
Friday 12pm - 4pm
6:30pm - 10:30pm
Saturday 12pm - 4pm
6:30pm - 11pm
Sunday 12:30pm - 4pm

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