AFTER all of my life living in the UK, I have finally found the answer to "Where is the perfect Sunday Lunch?"
TRUST me, I know I sound completely crazy, but my well-being and my motivation comes from amazing food. And this is simply the best us British, have to offer. I have many friends and work colleagues from overseas who often ask what all the fuss is about with the so called, Sunday Lunch. Well, the answer lies well and truly within the Curzon Arms in Woodhouse Eaves.
THE pub lies quietly in a village of Woodhouse Eaves, within the folds of the surrounding Bradgate park, and the views are special on the drive over. Stunning rural houses and glorious English fields mean that the drive alone is worth the time. Many walkers were stopping for a pint and for lunch, which on a day like today would be great. (I am definitely a fair weather walker, and with the looming black clouds, a cosy fireplace was way more inviting.
HOW we ended up their was quite by chance, but on a cool yet sunny late December lunchtime we found ourselves driving through beautiful Leicestershire Villages and discussing the joys of a Sunday Lunch, and, more importantly what made it amazing. Now, being British, It would be fair to say I have eaten a great many Sunday Roasts, but there is a massive difference between a good lunch and a great Sunday lunch.
WE were seated in a quiet table, near a wood burner, so warm and fragrant that it made me nostalgic for home. My usual accompaniment for a good dinner has to be a large glass of Merlot. A thick, heavy wine which is aged well and rounded nicely with blackcurrant and slightly chocolatey flavour, is in my opinion, the only way to go.
THE pub was full of people ordering a selection of the usual's went by. Fish and chips, and burgers, but my quest today was a Sunday dinner. We ordered the Hereford Aged Sunday Roast, and trust me when I say it was the best Sunday Dinner ever eater. (And just so you know - I am not being paid to say that!)
TENDER juicy Beef which delicately melted in the mouth, smoothed in gravy. A home-cooked Yorkshire pudding (A rarity in itself) so perfectly crispy that the gravy was the ideal match. All of this was served with cauliflower cheese and a skillet of beautiful bright green, fresh vegetables, and even writing this has meant that my mouth waters again.
THE serving staff are busy and attentive and my only slight negative was that it was quite tricky to find. But, as with all amazing places, it is often hard to tell people because it is a hidden gem among many pubs serving Sunday diners - and frankly this is a mile above the rest.
DON'T just take my word for it. Go and see for yourself just don' t tell too many x