When you love a Sunday dinner as much as I do, particularly my mam's roast chicken, going out for one always comes with an element of risk. A risk, perhaps, that will never live up to that singular example of a dinner because each parent's/family favourite Sunday lunch has a beloved uniqueness.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that Sunday roasts are a top-tier meal to treat yourself – if they are good they are very, very good and if they're the other end of the scale they are usually 'meh.' Recently I tried out a Sunday roast that's quite hard to book in for to see if it lived up to delicious expectations or if it was over-egged on the Yorkshire pudding front.
Forage Farm Shop and Kitchen, just a stone's throw from Cowbridge, is somewhere with a reputation for delicious local fresh food (and it does, I've visited before) but to get in there for a Sunday lunch you have to make sure you book in really good time to get a table big enough and a slot that's not pre-midday, when personally I prefer to still be supping coffee cwtched up under a blanket.
