So we need to clarify straight away - nothing can beat your Nan’s roast. If Tom Kerridge served me a Sunday Roast and asked me “Is that better than your Nan’s?”, I’d just stare at him with a blank, cold expression. His question wouldn't even dignify a response.
No. Actually, I would respond. “Kerridge you clown,” I’d say “My Nan’s roast comes from 40 years of refinement and dedication. Your Michelin stars mean nothing in this arena”. He would nod, knowingly, aware that he had been rightfully vanquished. Silly Tom.
Now that we’ve laid these ground rules, it must be acknowledged that there are chefs out there whose Sunday Roasts will, possibly, with a good tail wind and the right weather, come within a whisker of your Nan’s. A big portion of flavourful meat (or how about a vegan haggis for you meat-free mavericks?) as the centre piece. A plentiful supply of golden roast potatoes that are fluffy in the middle and crispy on the outside, piled high to soak up that rich, intense gravy that the whole plate is smothered in. Veg that hasn’t been treated as an after-thought, and of course, a whopping, great big Yorkshire pud crowning the plate. We are drooling just thinking about it all.
Go forth, hungry Bristolian, knowing full well that your Sunday Roast cravings will be 99.99% satisfied with our top picks. Maybe take your Nan as well?