One of the most-asked questions we field is: “Where did the inspiration for your
name come from?”
The “Hart” portion of the name is obvious – it’s our last name!
However, through the years, our moniker has been linked with things like
Valentines Day and the feeling of love. As an elementary school teacher for years,
countless heart-shaped gifts were bestowed upon me with affection, and I have
adored each one.
In actuality, the word “hart” means an adult male deer, especially a red deer over five
years old. See https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/hart. (I especially
recommend clicking on the pronunciation button to hear it said with an English
accent; so very charming!) It comes from an old English word and was used in
medieval times to describe a fully antlered stag.
Legends abound about the rare white hart in English folklore (read
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-514249/How- magical-white- hart-
inspires-legends- thousand-pubs.html), and most self-respecting villages in England
can boast a pub by the name of The White Hart. We stumbled upon several on our
recent trip to the Cotswolds. Of course, we had to get a shot of Chris in front of one
of such eponymous inns. This one is in Stow-on- the-Wold, a stone’s throw from
where we stayed in Lower Oddington.
In more current mythology, think Harry Potter and his Patronus in Harry Potter and
the Prisoner of Azkaban, or the white stag that the Pevensie children hunted as
kings and queens toward the end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe in C.S.
Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia series.
So, now we’ve established that the word, and hence the name, “hart” does not mean
a vital organ, nor does it mean a symbol of love. Hand over heart (pun intended), I
frequently have needed to spell out our 4-letter surname because it gets misspelled
more times than not. But it truly is a fun last name to have, no matter how confusing
it can be. I wouldn’t trade it for the world!
Choosing names for our children was interesting, as we found that we really needed
to test out how the whole name sounded. For instance, one consideration for our
son’s first name was to use my maiden name, Coleman. However, I knew that it
would get shortened to Cole, and putting it together with Hart made it sound like
“cold heart” (and who can forget Paula Abdul’s anthem to cold-hearted snakes
everywhere in the 80’s?).
Later, as we dreamed of names for our new business, we found that one could come
up with multiple iterations of plays-on- words, like “From the H(e)art”. However,
none had the imagery that I wanted to evoke.
Because we wanted the business name to exude our lifestyle of “English at heart
with a Southern soul (and a French twist!)”, we were searching for inspiration, and
the timing of that search happened to coincide, as so many wonderful things do,
with our trip to England with two other couples, dear friends and fellow
Anglophiles. Among many things English, we love the pub culture: the décor, the
food, the coziness of it, and how it truly is an extension of the Brits’ home and family.
We were so very fortunate to eat at many such establishments (and to be a fly on the
wall in small village pubs, but that’s another story). Some favorites were Sheep on
Sheep Street (http://www.thesheepstow.co.uk/) and The King’s Arms
(http://www.kingsarmsstow.co.uk/) both in Stow-on- the-Wold, and a lovely pub
with outdoor seating in the shadow of the clipper ship The Cutty Sark in Greenwich
called The Gipsy Moth (https://www.thegipsymothgreenwich.co.uk/)… excellent
Sunday roast!
And we mustn’t forget the historic Oxford pubs we had the pleasure of patronizing:
The Turf Tavern (http://www.turftavern-oxford.co.uk/), The Eagle and the Child
(http://www.nicholsonspubs.co.uk/restaurants/southeast/theeagleandchildoxford
and The Head of the River (http://www.headoftheriveroxford.co.uk/)
A pub that we passed many times whilst walking to and from the London
neighborhood of Pimlico (where our friend Christie found us an adorable flat via
www.airbnb.com) is called The Jugged Hare (http://www.thejuggedhare.com/).
While the timing was never right for dining there, we did peek in, and I fell in love
with the whole place… and I have to admit that I was slightly coveting its décor,
which includes a cheeky bronze statue of a reclining hare. (If visions of Mr.
McGregor from Peter Rabbit frequent your nightmares, you will not want to look up
the meaning of jugged hare; do not say I didn’t warn you!)
I’ve forever loved the jauntiness of hares: they are long and lean in body, leg, and
face and are rather untamed in attitude, complete with sharp elbows and long,
ridiculous ears. So much more interesting than cuddly bunnies! I have had them
scattered throughout our home’s décor for years: a concrete statue on top of our
brick mailbox, a needlepoint pillow here, a candlestick there. And, like the hart, the
hare has lived in English legend for centuries. See the photo of a magazine tidbit I
read while staying in the Cotswolds cottage that our friend Belinda found for us via
https://www.jigsawholidays.co.uk/cottages/longwood-house/.
All of which culminates into one huge epiphany that dawned on me while standing
in front of The Jugged Hare one fine morning last September! Why not combine our
love of the two fine creatures with our affinity for English establishments and
choose a name that evokes that old English feel of a pub (with the added quirkiness
of alliteration)? And why not create a logo that hints at the modern pub culture
while paying homage to the colors of the Cotswolds?
And thus, the name The Hare & The Hart was born.
(Ask a short question, and you’ll get a long answer, I always say!)
Last September my husband Chris and I took an amazing trip to the Cotswolds region of England with dear friends. A few days were spent in London before heading back home to Tallahassee, and our in-the-know friends made sure we took in the London food scene at several choice restaurants and bars. One such establishment was the North Bank Restaurant near St. Paul’s cathedral, overlooking the Thames with a view of the Millennium Bridge. 
This got my mind spinning, and my hands drawing after we settled back in at home in Tallahassee. An idea like this had been nagging in the back of my mind for years, but had lain dormant until now… a toile of Tallahassee. 
