FOOD REVIEW: Sunday roast in a traditional pub with a roaring fire really hit the spot now winter is here
Temperatures have dropped. Winter isn’t coming, its here, and hats, gloves and scarves are now essential items when us Brits venture out.
This also means the pull of the pub becomes entwined with the human need to find somewhere warm when sheltering from the elements.
The Wheatsheaf, Market Street, has been welcoming Wulfrians since the 1850s and as my weather-beaten girlfriend and I dipped into the pub the first thing we noticed was the roaring fire.
And, so the landlady says, the same wrought iron and tile decorated fire place has warmed generations of drinkers.
We were there for a Sunday roast, after hearing landlady Lisa who's had the pub for nearly ten years has recently retaken the helm of the kitchen.
The menu is simple, there is not an overwritten description of scran to be seen.
No 189 day hung upside down meat, or an overwrought made up name of the soil the carrots were grown in.
In fact, I could not see a menu. I was told every week there is beef, accompanied with a rotation of lamb, pork, turkey and gammon. Turkey was the guest star this week. We were shepherded away from the fire in the bar into the back room where the tables were set with paper dinner tables with the food served in front of the kitchen.
But what about a starter, well, there were none on the menu but instead an offer of a cocktail, the deputy manager sees herself as a mixologist as posh places call them, but in the Wheatsheaf, she is a cocktail maker.
The lady had a Long Island Iced Tea, which “sold out on the day we introduced them” and I went for a Godfather. These I must say, were after the first pints we had when we entered the establishment.
