The Marlborough

Garden Retreat with Stellar Sunday Roasts

Nestled within the charming confines of Richmond, The Marlborough offers a compelling snapshot of quintessential British pub life—sprawling beer gardens, rustic interiors, and a reputation for hearty Sunday roasts that could make even the most discerning palates sing. When I visited recently, the sun-drenched garden teemed with cheerful chatter, families, and leashed dogs enjoying the mellow autumn afternoon. The roast pork I devoured was a masterpiece, flaunting crisp, golden crackling with a symphony of flavors that warranted its acclaim—making it an undeniable contender for the best in Richmond. Complementing the meal was an evocative glass of rosé that danced light and floral into the pairing, whispering promises of another visit in the sun-soaked summer months to come.

While the food's brilliance momentarily elevates the Marlborough above the fray, nuances of service still need heeding. Some visits have been marred by lukewarm chips or sluggishly-rendered lettuce, relics of inconsistency in dish preparation or staff presence. Nonetheless, the occasional stumble seemingly fades away amidst the warmth of Martin and Ethan's friendliest smiles or Alessia's attentive service, making the narrative guided warmly towards optimism. Ultimately, what remains captivating about The Marlborough is its harmonious duality—a robust advocate for indulging the belly with extraordinary roasts and providing spirited company in its ever-welcoming garden. Enough reasons, surely, to schedule my next rendezvous posthaste. — Audrey Al Dente