A Review of Roast in Borough Market
I’m not sure why a restaurant called ‘Roast’ appealed… A roast is a very acceptable meal type, but one that I have had once a week for a very long part of my life, and that can also be had for just seven pounds fifty or less at a large number of establishments… not all of which are bad.
Further to that, seven pounds fifty is a long way from the twenty to forty pound dish price (without sides) that Roast was asking for. In compensation the menu was suitably wordy for the price upgrade, so I figured I was subsidising fellow writers, and ran with it. The only issue was that each and every meal description was essentially a roast (I refer you back to the initial comments). I mean, chicken is chicken, Lamb is lamb, jumped up bubble and squeak is still jumped up bubble and squeak. What did appeal was the scotch egg, having had an absolutely brilliant version of this in Boisdales, but this was only a starter.
In the end I ordered the chicken beans and pancetta, thinking that it is a long time since I did the Italian chicken combination.
The staff were incredible. I’ll own up to being a little uptight on the way in… This was due to the fact that I actually had looked up online whether the market would be open on a bank holiday (which seemed unlikely) and being told that the food establishments would be. This proved to be far from the truth, meaning we turned up to Roast hungry and pretty much telling the staff that we would only stay if we would get our food quite quickly. Within seconds, the waitress was at the table to tell us which dishes could be prepared soonest, and delivered within moments of ordering.
The chicken was hearty… Very hearty indeed. That will be the beans, then. I am beginning to think that really beans should only come as beans either in their own baked right or in chilli con carne. But the slow cooked lamb was delicious, falling apart at the touch of the fork, and doused in a curious mint and onion chutney.
Desserts came not only with recommended dessert wines, but with recommended cocktails. You know how I feel about daytime drinking, but you can guess how I feel about matched cocktails….
Well the baked cream with cherries was disappointingly a creme brulee. I have no issues with creme brulee, live and let brulee, I say. But I wish I knew this was what I was ordering. The recommended cocktail was nice enough, a chocolate type attempt that I have forgotten the name of.
It was around about the stage that I was taking my second bite of the cinnamon doughnut, that I thought: I really feel quite full now, but the doughnut combined with the sherbet lemon ‘white lady’ cocktail was a little bit hard to stop tasting. Roast turned out to have even forethought the fact that diners who had dessert might struggle with even the smallest petit fours offered with their coffee. They provided rice crispy cakes. I looked and I thought, you know what, I do have room for that after all.