Like fish and chips and a full English, the Sunday roast is one of Britain’s great gifts to global gastronomy. Less a meal and more of a state of mind, in fact, and so essential to our sense of collective identity that the French call us ‘les rosbifs’. Can you imagine any other country wearing a food stuff as a badge of honour? (Rule — or should we say roast? — Britannia!)
Another UK icon, the local pub, is the natural home of the Sunday roast, though anyone who has sat through a roast gone wrong will be familiar with a blow to national pride as crushing as England losing on penalties.
