As an expat, holidays are always completely different than I remember spending them as a kid with our family traditions. Easter is no exception, so we make our own traditions. There are no giant bunnies, hidden baskets or hunks of roasted ham eaten around a dining table with family. Being in London, what better way to pass Easter than a Sunday roast in a cosy pub?
Seems to be two years in a row now we have taken the pub roast route. Last year, we went to the Garden Gate pub in Hampstead followed by some crazy egg rolling on Parliament Hill. This year, we braved the stubborn cold only long enough to walk around the corner to The Builders Arms on Britten Street. No egg rolling involved.
The food was pretty tasty with a giant Yorkshire pudding settled on top. I later smothered the whole plate with gravy. Not the best Sunday roast we’ve ever had, but definitely tasty. We followed it with a shared gooey hot chocolate brownie with a scoop of dulce de leche ice cream on top which we gobbled up before I remembered to take a picture. Sorry! You’ll just have to go get your own if you want to see what it looks like.
It is a pub with quite a lot to look at, from different fabrics on all the sofas and chairs, to bowler hat and antler light fixtures to random quotes on chalkboards and candles with dripping wax.
There are maps and pillows, builder’s tools and surreal artwork hanging on the walls.
And if you’re feeling up for some friendly competition, there’s a stack of board games to keep you busy. They even have a pile of blanks which is useful for this weather!
Do men tip more than women?? Hmmm.