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Harwood Arms, Fulham

Know what rage without an outlet becomes? Apathy. Exhaustion. Despair. I have never been so angry and so deflated at the same time. And the worse thing? I can't talk about it. Legal bollocks and all that. Ugh.

It's a good thing we have a baby cooking to take my mind off things. I actually felt it moving for the first time last week, and it brought an instant smile to my face. Every day now I feel it wriggling, and every time it's a guaranteed smile generator.

But back to my food baby.

I've eaten (and cooked, if I do say so myself) some damn good roasts in my time. So when I say The Harwood Arms is in my top five roast experiences of all time, you can be assured it's worth a visit. As in, make it your mission to go. Now.

Don't skip the bread to make sure you've got room for the main. It's worth it.

And if you're really ambitious and are willing to donate a little bit of room to a starter, share a scotch egg with someone. Just look at that deliciously runny yellow yoke. LOOK AT IT.

Now you could strike out on your own, and order a neck of pork as you Sunday lunch. You could do that. And you'd be happy.

Or you could share a whole braised shoulder of Berkshire roe deer with bacon and you'd be ECSTATIC.

Not to mention those crispy garlic potatoes. Oh. My.

Tender, moist, perfectly falling-off-the-bone meat. In bacon. Sweet, sweet bacon.

I had to have a break from Sunday lunches after that beauty. I knew nothing could live up to that experience any time soon. THAT is how good it was. 

Somehow desserts actually made an appearance. All were excellent, but I was still on a meat and potato high and couldn't honestly say which was best. What I can say is the staff were patient, attentive, and super helpful which just added to our delight.

As soon as the baby is out, I'll be heading back for the roast rib of beef. Served raw. Yessiree. Just try and stop me.

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