Sunday Roast. I’m British and yet the thought of a roast dinner fills me with something akin to dread. I married a man who feels exactly the same as me, which is good as when Sunday rolls around I never feel the weight of any expectation to spend hours in a kitchen slogging over creating non-lumpy gravy and praying that my Yorkshires have risen. There is just something about them; I don’t like having a huge amount of food on my plate, I don’t like the overcooked vegetables and stodge.
Anyway this blog is not here for me to wail about what I don’t like. What my OH and I have had to accept is that our families love Sunday Roast dinners, and we love them, so compromise has to be found. Therefore, many moons ago, I asked on my social media accounts where people felt the best place for Sunday Lunch in Kent was. I got many (I mean I say many but this blog is quite new and I have to accept that my posts don’t get quite as much traction as I would hope) anyway I got a few responses and one of them was The Kentish Hare. I had a look online and liked the look of the menu and it was nice and close to where my Papa and sister live and thus a booking was made.