In the midst of the last lockdown, the Radio Lamington Lammos were like a beacon of home to this homesick antipodean – so when we emerged, butterfly-like, it was only fair to balance them out with a steadfast British tradition; the delectable Sunday Roast at the newly opened Bondi Green in Paddington. [Disclosure: we were invited guests of Bondi Green – all gravy pouring love, enthusing over the cauli and sheer joy at being out in London was very much all my own.]
Enjoying a Sunday Roast was very much part of my childhood – New Zealand combines the zest of being a Pacific island with the fortitude of the English – we even have a roast dinner on Christmas Day. Yep. In midsummer temperatures.
My family combine the carving of the beef with a hangi to really combine the two cultures in a flavour explosion. But, as ever, I digress. (My English sister-in-law suggested we have a midsummer Christmas here in London next year, and if she can convince Mr Kiwi to dig a pit in our brand new garden lawn I’m ALL for it. Again, digressing. Sorry.)
Anywho, we tiptoed along the Paddington section of the canal (masks on & staying socially distant because, Covid-19) we marvelled at just how much the area has developed recently. (Mr Kiwi used to stay with his friend who had a houseboat there yeeeeeeeears ago and his mind was blown at the changes.)
Paddington Bear would be very surprised. Again, I digress. This time about a marmalade loving bear from Peru.
But honestly, that’s how visiting the Daisy Green Collection of restaurants always make me feel – chilled out, full of smiles and tales perfect for digressing, confident that I’m about to enjoy a good meal – usually revolving around bacon – and safe in the knowlege that I’ll be able to linger over a coffee with excellent company. (Just remember that the grooving waiters of Daisy can’t alas supply the latter – you’ll have to round up your own friends and family…)
This time we began with coffee – a Flat White for the Kiwi, an Americano for the Englishman – as we perused the ridiculously delectable Sunday Roast menu. It was so hard to choose. 45-day dry aged roast beef, prime English lamb from family butcher HG Walter, corn fed whole chickens or a fermented mushroom vegan wellington? I felt like Macauley Caulkin in Home Alone. Hilariously we both defaulted to our national favourites – lamb for the Kiwi, beef for the Brit, and we were absolutely not disappointed.
With hearty portions, gravy that is made from scratch each Tuesday (from 80 litres of bone broth they make just four litres of intense gravy,) yorkies baked fresh every Sunday morning, golden roasties, spring greens that heartily reminded me of silver beef from home this is a plate of pure comfort. Oh, there is just one small Aussie addition- the cheesy ‘fugly’. It’s ridiculously good.
Special mention HAS to go to their deceptively titled ‘cauliflower cheese’. It was a bowl of cheddar sunshine. Just typing this is making my mouth actually water.
And, I suppose you could say that the Mr enjoyed it – not even waiting for me to finish the photos before he tucked in. We cannot wait for a return visit – he spent the rest of the afternoon telling his friends they have to go – and there’s honestly no higher praise. Top 5 in London he declared – and he’s well fussy.
And that declaration was uttered even before dessert… we were tempted into ordering the sticky toffee pudding and the flamboyant TJ’s Knickerbocker Glory. Layers of ice cream, torched meringue and freeze-dryed raspberry. Glorious. Ridiculous and glorious.
The decor is epic; and that’s not even mentioning the ‘Aussie Supermarket’ in felt. Made by Lucy at Sew Your Soul, she’s captured the essence of some of the tastiest antipodean brands. It was like a hug to this expat. (Never thought I’d be so delighted by some cleverly constructed art!)
But wait, there’s more than just the delectable Sunday Roasts, epic Aussie brunches and scrummy dinners at Bondi Green. Of course there is.
Developed by Nicola Lamb (Milo Escargots or ANZAC croissant anyone?), the Bondi Bakery, is their “wonderful in-house bakery run by three incredible women who create and bake pastries as they should be – straight out of the oven. Think Vegemite escargots, lemon myrtle morning buns and Aussie breakfast danishes.” Oh, and of course, don’t forget their epic Lamingtons. See their instagram account for the most up-to-date details and available locations.
What’s your favourite Sunday Dinner?
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