It’s taken 5 weeks and 6 Sundays, for me to have Sunday roast in London. And that makes me a little sad.
It’s been talked about, anticipated… gosh I was even sending around emails with pictures of the damn thing. Ironic really. The girl who – growing up – “hated” Sunday roast, has tried in one way or another, to have Sunday roast for the last 5 weekends running. Really, after working for 36 days straight, I’ve lost perspective of what day of the week it is – I just know today is Day 13 of the Games. But luckily today, is also Sunday.
LaDiDa had experienced some terrible excuse for a roast at Woodin’s Shades when he first arrived so he’s on board with me to try and find a redeeming version. The Owl & The Pussycat is our closest option, but of course I’ve prepared some alternatives and it’s agreed outright that we’ll knock on pub doors until we find a roast. It’s currently 27′C and the E2 is alive with people – coming home from Columbia Road markets with armfuls of fresh blooms and scattered on sunny rooftop bars. Things seem to move slower here when the sun is shining. All the Barclays bicycles are out and so are my legs. My shorts are finally getting a run and LaDiDa has pulled out his Australia tshirt to celebrate – roast and the end of the Games.
We order Roast Topside with Yorkshire pudding and horseradish cream (£15.50) but they also offer Free range half roast chicken with bread sauce (£13.50) and a veggo option of Roasted squash, goats cheese and mushroom Wellington (£11.50).
I do love this pub, there’s something a bit highly-pigalty about it… low wooden beamed ceilings, uneven floors, pale pea green walls and small tables crammed in tiny corners. Chesterfields huddled around an open fire. And a little beer garden out the back that only just catches the occasional sun.
It looks good… and the very few words exchanged once the plates arrive, tells me it is. Little roast potatoes and pumpkin with braised cabbage are hidden under slices of beef that are still blushed ever so slightly pink. I love the freshly grated horseradish with cream and save the pudding for last to mop up the lovely gravy.
Sunday roast. Tick.
The Owl & The Pussycat – 34 Redchurch Street, E2 7DP London – 02034870088