Close the week the wonderful way: a day of rest for you, and a day of full-flavors and don’t-mind-if-I-do indulgence for us. Our Sunday roasts are dream about them later, piled high with everything goodness, with slow-roasted meats, sky-reaching Yorkshire puddings, can’t get enough gravy, pass-around-the-table sides, and a heart warming crumble wrapped in velvety custard to finish, all topped off with a why-don’t-we-do-this-every-Sunday pint on a sun soaked deck chair on the Common.


















