Forks, Feels & First Times - My take on SUNDAY ROAST

According  to my family and friends, a hummingbird’s detox is more than my appetite! I generally get halfway full through a croissant from the grocery store! But it takes one Sunday to change everything!

I casually mentioned to my friend and her family that I have never tried a Sunday Roast - watched it on YouTube and TV, with people narrating it in a very comforting British accent! Oh boy! Their reaction, “What a blasphemy!” And before I knew it, my friend was already booking us a table! And just like that in a moment my story with Sunday Roast begun!

The place was called The Parrot, Canterbury, but there wasn’t any loud squawking - but chatter of family, clinks of the cutlery, smell of good food dwelling around in the air! Walking inside felt like, I walked into my  favourite ‘small-town-romance-book-pub’.. With it’s old, creaky wood interior to modern setting for outside sitting - the place was something else! 

My friend and I sat down, and without even looking at the menu we straightaway ordered the roast with 1/2 pint of Guinness. We were in mid-conversation, talking about what everything we were gonna do in Canterbury, when I turned around and saw it! Our order. The plates landed on our table, warm and weighty, the conversation paused, and my mind went like, ‘OMG! Will I be able to finish it?’  My friend and our server just laughed!! 

The plate stared as if it had proposed me and I said yes! There it was, THE SUNDAY ROAST and it was not holding back! The amount of food could feed a tiny village or a deterministic girl who had something to prove. Chicken. Gravy. Potatoes. Fluffy looking, hat shaped pastry thingy which was the Yorkshire pudding. The plate was calling my name and I worshipped it!

In front of me was half roast chicken, with glistening golden skin like it knew its the shinning star. Crispy potatoes with enough char on the outside and that melting sensation when you dig into it - awesome! The Yorkshire pudding was.. dramatic - puffy, proud, sitting on top drenched in gravy! Then there was a bowl of cauliflower cheese - who would have thought cauliflower can be that tasty! Then to add some pop of colour, we had seasonal veggies including broccoli, sweet potatoes and red cabbage. One bite in, I understood why people are obsessed with Sunday Roasts.. I am a beer person ( I feel like I am)! So, the Guinness complimented by being all dark and dusty vibe. It was smooth, rich and the right amount of bitterness - balanced out the meal perfectly and made it even more better!

With food in front of us, the conversations flowed easily - and then you suddenly realise that two hours slipped by! And when I finally look down at my plate? Clean. Talk about some plot twist. My first instinct was to send a photo to the family group chat - the hummingbird appetite has officially retired! 

No leftovers, no regrets! Good food, good ambience and on top of that good company! For someone it may just be a normal Sunday Roast. But for me, it was some quiet kind of peacefulness - that happens at an unknown place, with a plate full of food, where you finally stop thinking and just embrace being there!