Catching up on the Ale Trail again as I’m massively behind and there’s only a couple of weeks left. The Heron on the Ford was the pub I missed yesterday due to my unplanned trip to A&E.
The Heron does excellent Sunday roasts, so I present to you, an Ode to the Sunday Roast I just had at the Heron on the Ford in Charvil.
In this hallowed hall of cheer,
Where laughter mingles with hearty fare,
The Heron on the Ford stands proud,
A beacon, a haven, its welcome loud.
Gathered around a table, we bask,
In warm embrace of convivial task,
To feast on a Sunday Roast so grand,
In this quaint and charming, riverside land.
The golden spuds, crisp and gleaming,
A sight that sets our senses dreaming,
Their fluffy hearts, a cloud so pure,
To hunger’s call, the perfect cure.
Oh, tender meat, with juices flowing,
A symphony of flavours, never slowing,
Beneath the touch of rosemary’s grace,
An aromatic waltz, upon our taste.
The Yorkshire pud, a golden crown,
In gravy’s pool, we watch it drown,
To part its airy walls, we yearn,
And find within, a world to learn.
The vibrant veg, in hues so bright,
A testament to nature’s might,
Carrots, peas, and parsnips too,
A rainbow feast, for me and you.
The unison of flavours, a tale to tell,
In each delicious, sumptuous morsel,
A story woven, with love and care,
The artistry of chefs, beyond compare.
As we raise a glass, in toast and cheer,
To the Sunday Roast that we revere,
We find within this humble meal,
The bonds of love, forever sealed.
So let us praise the Heron’s fare,
The Sunday Roast beyond compare,
And treasure every bite and sip,
In this enchanting, Ale Trail trip.
