A Traditional English Roast.

Yesterday I was awoken to a text message from a very excitable Fabian, telling us how much he needed to go for a roast dinner today and he wanted us to accompany him. He had found an English pub in Canmore that did a traditional English roast, with English beer and even English sticky toffee pudding. I literally could not reply quick enough. I bloody love roast dinners, and although none can beat my Mum's (obviously), after 4 months of not having a roast, I was more than ready to have one. 

Of course I was running late, because I'm useless, and because I'm not feeling tip top, so everyone came in for a nice cuppa on the balcony in the sunshine - just to make everything feel a bit more English and then we headed off on the drive to Canmore. We went to a pub called The Georgetown Inn, very British I know, and we headed straight outside onto the patio. There was a glimmer of sun on one bench so of course we had to sit there, summer is coming, I promise. 

We started off with the most yummy Ploughman's Platter. Homemade scotch eggs, roast beef, goats cheese, stilton, crusty bread, salad, beetroot, pickled onions, red onion chutney and dijon mustard. It was absolutely delicious, and despite the fact it is meant to share between two, it was the perfect appy for the 5 of us, leaving plenty of room for our mains. Of course, once I'd looked at the menu, I completely forgot about the roast dinner and opted for traditional fish and chips, served in newspaper. Yum. Yum. Yum. Sarah joined me in that choice, Danny and Fabian had the roast, and Halie had the biggest and most awesome looking stuffed yorkshire pud with mash and veg. I did have slight food envy, I won't lie. We then rounded everything up with sticky toffee pudding and ice cream (obviously) and a caramel and strawberry sundae. God I feel English again and I love it. 

I think this Sunday dinner thing might become a tradition. The pub is the most lovely place and now that summer is creeping in it's the perfect idea to have a nice morning bike ride, stop off at the pub for lunch and cycle back, thus minimising the calories. The only downside to this plan was that other than Sarah, none of us have bikes. So off we went to Canadian Tire, where after an hour of deliberating Danny and Halie both treated themselves to a new bike. Looks like Fabian and I might be running after them on next weeks lunch date...