Two pub roasts in my belly today.

It's been a day dedicated to pub grub.

Admiring her Belly of Pork

First pub: Woke up and headed to the famous Earl Ferrers pub in Streatham (or St Reatham as aspirational locals like to call it) which made it to the Guardians list of 10 of the best pubs in London. Cute and cosy spot - full of locals as its off the beaten track. Tasted both the roast beef and pork belly, both get a 7/10 score. Chased it down with Appleton cider (so cloudy so yummy) and sticky date pudding. 17 pounds a head with drinks.

David Hockney, Exposed

Pit stop: Picasso and modern British Art at Tate Britain. Focuses on the influence the artist had on contemporary Brit artists including David Hockney (love this photo I sneakily took), Francis Bacon and Henry Moore.

Second pub: I'm thrilled to say that after being rejected from The Albion in Islington several times (not for looking like a bum but because they're always fully booked), I finally managed to book a table for dinner. Yippee! The garden at the back is now open which is lovely, picture a three hour dinner, lovely trees all around, the cutest little pups passing by, great friends and delicious food. 




The roast beef comes with a side of bone marrow which instantly makes it win against any other roasts I've had to date. Dessert was aplenty - lemon posset (yum), sticky toffee (tasty) and strawberry with shortbread and ice cream (wouldn't recommend this one), washed down with a macchiato.
Damage: 40 pounds a head with lots of drinks, desserts, mains and starters