Queen Adelaide, Shepherd’s Bush, London

Crackling. Yum.

Now, I don’t want to give you the idea that I’m the kind of person who likes eating roast dinners. Unless, of course, I’m forced to. However, to visit this little establishment on the Uxbridge Road at the far end of Shepherd’s Bush seemed like a sensible thing to do on a lazy Sunday afternoon – and as usual, I wasn’t disappointed.

As with most roast dinners, I go through a similar thought process. Do I have a cold? If so, it’s roast beef and horseradish. Is it the middle of summer? If so, probably chicken.

Otherwise, it has to be roast pork, and especially so if it looks like the odds on proper crackling are high. They are here – and the crackling is excellent. The meat merely requires a knife to push it for it to fall apart – just how it should be, and has a marble of fat running through it – which means it tastes divine. To complement the lushness of taste, there’s a tart mushed apple to go with it – and a pint of Young’s bitter to wash it down. Excellent.

It loses marks for only a couple of things – I felt the meat could have done with being a touch less greasy – but this is being VERY picky – and although the veg -red cabbage, roast potatoes, a parsnip? – is cooked to perfection, neither touch nor soft – there simply isn’t enough of it.

That said, you don’t mind paying £14 for the dish – especially when you end up running your finger round the plate at the end to mop up the gravy – because it’s so good… but another potato or a couple of full carrots would have made it brilliant.

I’ve yet to find a better roast in London – especially one where you can eat it in a nice pub with proper chairs and tables, or if you prefer, in an armchair. Sounds like a challenge…

^J

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