No Place Like Travel

England has a cosy place in my heart, and nothing is quintessentially more English than an afternoon pub lunch. Piling into the car with the in laws we headed off into the countryside of Kent. We meandered down a small country lane, passing an old stone church where the groom was standing in the doorway awaiting his bride, and pulled up to The White Rock Inn.

There’s a familiar ring to an English pub. Low ceilings, straight benched bar stocked to the rafters, beer glasses within reach and the polite hum of conversation and every now and then a crescendo of deep jolly laughter.

All the favorites were on the menu. There’s an unflappable national obsession with prawn cocktail with Rosé Marie sauce, the obligatory lamb roast usually features on the menu and a selection of spud inspired side dishes spanning chips, mash, baked or otherwise.

The lamb roast with brandy infused sauce could not be refused, followed by a spotted dick for pudding. Just the name itself…Who can resist?!

No afternoon pub lunch would be complete without a sprinkle of rain. Nevertheless overcast skies only add to the cosiness of a full belly and warm pub.