The Great British Sunday Roast

“The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne” wrote the great Georgian-era English writer Samuel Johnson. Johnson’s words captured more than mere glutton: they reflected an attitude in England where a roast dinner shared with family and friends symbolises comfort itself. In taverns and stately homes alike, this meal was proof of prosperity, hospitality and national pride – feeding a sense of identity that outsiders quickly noticed, setting the stage for the traditions that would follow. 

The ritual of a Sunday Roast originated in England, where it was traditionally the meal to be eaten after a church service each Sunday – parishioners would pop the meat in the oven a couple hours prior to the service, before adding the potato and veg just before leaving the house. Upon return, everything was cooked beautifully and ready to serve. In the 1700s, ingenious Northerners added a thrifty, appetite-filling creation to the plate – the Yorkshire Pudding – made from a batter of milk, flour and eggs that is then poured into hot beef dripping to create a puffed-up beauty destined to be topped with gravy. 

To sit down with a plate of Sunday Roast today is to dine with history – especially if your plate is also drowned in Bisto gravy (c. 1908), dotted with Paxo stuffing (c.1901) or daubed with Colman’s mustard (c. 1814). As the years have passed, factions have emerged: beef for purists, lamb in Wales, chicken for poultry lovers, pork for crackling devotees, nut roasts for vegetarians. These zags from tradition often dovetail into good-natured debate about whether peas, mac ‘n’ cheese, or even tomato ketchup have a canonical place on a Sunday Roast plate. To be fiercely defensive of the sanctitude of your chosen featured ingredients has practically become a British birthright. 

A Sunday Roast remains the week’s true centrepiece for many families. Across the country, it’s a ritual of conviviality: family gatherings where siblings jostle for the best cut of meat, children being scolded (and scalded) as they sneak the crispiest roast potato from the tray; and friends lingering over long, lazy pub lunches, clinking glasses and trading gossip. Whether cooked at home or eaten out, the lure of a lovingly prepared Sunday Roast draws Brits to their favourite spots week after week. 

For those on the hunt for the best traditional Sunday Roast in London to tick off their lists – especially as the weather grows colder and demands that you hunker down in a cosy corner as the aroma of roast potatoes drift out of the kitchen – then Belmond have you covered. The Cadogan, a historic hotel in London’s chic Chelsea district, offers a traditional Sunday roast lunch in its storied walls, served “with all the trimmings.” For a unique experience, step aboard the British Pullman, our luxury train that offers a Great Sunday Lunch journey where white-gloved stewards serve ladles of gravy and spectacular slices of roast beef while traversing the Kent countryside. This kind of silver service nods not just to the Golden Age of Travel, but to the deep reverence we hold for the timeless ritual of sharing a Sunday meal.