Pub Food has been a find that I never really took advantage of when I lived in the UK in my youth. What a deprivation, because it’s some of the best food on the face of the earth. You have to vamp yourself up for it- it will take a week or so of extreme food training, stretching your stomach and learning the art of pacing ones self in order to participate fully in a Pub’s typical Sunday-style roast. The roast includes at least three different types of potatoes, the classic Yorkshire pudding, a medley of veggies and of course gravy soaked meat that’s so tender you’ll think you’re slicing into butter. Which you certainly are because everything else is cooked exclusively in butter. It’s a once a month meal at the very most believe me.
So many Americans have asked me what exactly is typical “British” food? This of course will be after they’ve scoffed over fish and chips blah blah blah. I don’t have the heart to tell them that t e c h n i c a l l y, due to the percentage of our more exotic population, our national dish is actually an Indian curry. So for the sake of ever important appearances, let’s say that the Sunday roast is a typical traditional British meal suitable only for the fearless stomach and bottomless pocket.