Sometimes you just walk into a place and you know everything's going to be all right. Now I'm not saying that the global financial crisis quite melted away beneath me, but there's something reassuring about enthusiastic faces sipping tasty European lagers, reading Sunday papers and tucking into roasts. Add in a heady mix of camp interior design with dark velvet curtains and the rainy January Sunday was forgiven.
Despite the tempting offers of monkfish tails and beef bourgignon, Sunday is a day to roast. One of each- lamb and beef, although there was also farm-assured chicken and nut roast (which I thought would have been made illegal by some militant vegetarians by now). Portion size was acceptable but then maybe I'm spoilt by freely available seconds and thirds with the home-cooked version. Tender beef, a slightly fattier end of the lamb, but it was all pretty satisfying nonetheless. The vegetables were omnipresent but a bit lacking in flair and imagination. The lager and ale selection is impressively broad, and a sticky toffee pub left me satisfied enough to amble my way along Marylebone High Street and play dodge the umbrellas.
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