It’s happening guys, Autumn is here, daylight savings is about to kick the bucket, and we’ll be spending the next few months hibernating in our homes/pubs/coffee shops.
But you know what this means? Sunday Roasts. Like, every damn Sunday! On numerous occasions I’ve come close to being convinced that a roast could quite possibly be my death row meal. They’re just so bloody satisfying! If you get one that’s done properly that is.
If you’re a Sunday Roast fan like me, then you need to know about The Jugged Hare.
It’s right up there as one of my favourite places for a decent roast, with the added bonus of the restaurant and pub being one of the loveliest spots you could spend your Sunday in.
So let’s go inside and check it out.
Walking through the pub at The Jugged Hare, we were seated at our table in the restaurant and handed menus.
But we were only there for one thing, so it took us all of 10 seconds to glance at the menu and wait for our order to be taken. Except, of course I was asking for the gluten free option, and whilst this sadly meant no yorkshire pudding, the staff were super helpful and made sure the chef’s were aware of what I could and couldn’t eat.
A short wait later, our roast’s were placed in front of us. ARGGGH I am so damn hungry looking at that photo right now. On a Sunday too!
There was no messing around. The moment those veggies were on our plates, we discontinued all conversation and got stuck in. Everything was delicious. From the meat, to the veggies, to the gravy. All perfectly cooked, and all mouthwateringly (is that even a word?) good.
Lunch was demolished, in oooh about 8 minutes! Greedy we are. So greedy in fact, that although we were full, we decided that yes we must have dessert too.
We settled on the steamed banana cake with salted caramel and milk chocolate sorbet, because why on earth would you not choose that? And the chocolate pot with honeycomb because well, it was the only gluten free item on the menu, but I wasn’t complaining!
The steamed banana cake looked unbelievably good, and I’m told that’s exactly what it was. Sadly I didn’t get to eat any. Damn you gluten!!!!
Thankfully my chocolate pot was 100% kickarse good. So I didn’t have dessert envy afterall. It was rich and chocolatey and creamy and delicious and and and I need to stop now, because it’s making me want to run down to Tesco and buy all the chocolate bars.
After all that food, an afternoon stroll was necessary to work some of it off. So we wandered in the direction of St Pauls, feeling like tourists, because you just can’t help but take photos when you pass these beautiful buildings in London.
The Old Bailey, which is the Central Criminal Court of England and Wales, is breathtaking. The architecture and detail is beyond words, and we wandered along slowly, marvelling at it all.
Our walk took us past St. Bartholomew’s Hospital, which happens to be where The Boy Next Door was born. I’m pretty sure the hospital I was born in wasn’t quite as grand!
Soon after we popped out on a main road, and opposite us was Hardy’s Sweet Shop. So all intentions of working off lunch were about to be ruined.
Sweets as far as the eye could see.
So we made a little purchase, just to keep our energy levels up, not because we have zero self control.
And just up the road, was St Paul’s Cathedral, so we wandered up and munched on our sweets as we snooped around inside the cathedral. Sadly the rooftop was not open that day, so I MUST return to ascend the stairs and witness what I’m told is the best view of London.
The afternoon was drawing to an end, and with all our sweets eaten, and our thoughts moving to dinner (because we think about food 24/7), we decided to call it a day.
The perfect Sunday Roast lunch, the loveliest walk, and sweets to top it off. I’d call that a successful day.