Lazy Sunday Nosh…

Hubbie came back from his China trip last Friday.
Together with a customary pile of dirty laundry, he also brought back a cold. Oh what a duty-free to pick up, I moaned. So far, I am still holding it off. Maybe the cold I have just shaken off, is also helping me to generate some antibody? I seriously hope so…

Anyway, last Sunday was decidedly a lazy affair. Apart from going out for a film in the afternoon, nothing was planned. While I was sipping a cup of tea, sporting an accidental Harry Style-like coif and browsing a blogosphere with my new iPad Air, Hubbie suggested, ‘Do you fancy Sunday roast at The Eagle?’ Oh yes, pleeeeeease! We hadn’t been there for a while, had we?


What shall we drink? Then I saw an electric soup tureen marked as “Warm Spiced Cider”. Mmmm…, that sounds interesting. So we ordered two glasses of warm cider and for lunch, we opted for roast pork.
With our glasses in our hands, we settled into one of well-padded leather benches…


The warm cider tasted interesting…


It was not full-bodied as mulled wine but with a strong hint of wintery spice, it made the beverage very moreish.
Shortly afterward, steaming plates of roast were brought out to our table…


Apart from a crackling which I found too tough to handle, the pork was very scrumptious. Underneath the Yorkshire pudding, there was a generous serving of roast pork bathing in the gravy. It was a joy to mop up this meaty juice with Yorkshire pudding and roast potatoes.

For pudding, we decided to have them at the Barbican Centre…


At their ground floor cafe, we were spoiled by choice…


Therefore, my index finger took quite a while until it pointed at a slice of cheese cake finally…


With a mug of skinny latte, we took up the seatings by the window.
The scene outside looked distinctly autumn-like…


‘Let’s hope there will be no more firework tonight for Mr.B’s sake’, Hubbie remarked. Sipping my latte slowly, I nodded in full agreement…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

12 thoughts on “Lazy Sunday Nosh…

  1. I always get so jealous when I see Yorkshire pudding in your blog posts! The only time I get to have it is when I eat at Lawry’s Prime Rib up in Beverly Hills. They’re famous for their Yorkshire pudding but I always wonder how it compares to the real thing in your neck of the woods. It goes so good with the meat!

    • I loooooove Yorkshire Pudding! It’s so savoury – buttery, crispy on outside and soft in inside. I probably like it more than meat! I’ve never come across Yorkshire Pudding in the US. What do you eat your roast with? Just potato? I also never had “grit” either. It looks like very pale mashed potato. What do they taste like? 🍗

      • Yes, lots of times the roast is served with some form of potato, usually mashed. I’ve only had grits a couple of times, it’s more of a Southern dish so it’s not very popular in my neck of the woods (California). I don’t remember it having much taste and I think the texture was a little grainy. I’d rather have mashed potatoes!

      • Oh ok. When I travelled to Texas with my university chums, we saw local people tucking in “grit” at the diner but none of us tried it. It is made from cornmeal, isn’t it? I wouldn’t mind trying it once for satisfying my curiosity. 😋

      • I used to be curious about grits too before I tried them. It was always mentioned in books that took place in the South and they made it sound so good. I think because it was usually mentioned as dripping in butter or covered with red eye gravy. But I was kind of disappointed when I first ate them, they were pretty tasteless and eh. Then again, I tried them in So Cal so maybe if I tried the real thing in the South I’d have a change of heart. I’m guessing grits are no where to be found in London?

      • You will be surprised how few American food actually available in the UK, even in London. Most probably, there are more authentic American food in Japan. Strange, isn’t it? Just recently, some American style diners start to sprout in Central London, offering pancakes and hot dogs. Therefore, eating grit in London may be still a very long way away. While the Japanese are more open to new culture when it comes to food and cuisine, the Brit can be very stubborn and uninterested. My Paul is a typical example of this island people. It so hard to coax him to try new food and even if I manage to do so doesn’t mean he becomes a convert…😓

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