The Marquis Cornwallis

Unforgettable Roasts and Exceptional Service!

Journeying through the lively streets of central London, I stumbled upon a charming, old-world pub that emanated the quintessential British ambiance, blending rustic charm with a vibrant buzz. Upon entry, the warm embrace of hearty laughter mashed with clinking glasses signaled the workday's conclusion and the start of leisure. The interior showcased traditional pub decor—wooden beams, well-worn yet welcoming furniture, a standing nod to history amidst the cacophony of modern sounds. A testament to its popularity, the pub was teetering between bustling and crowded, rare pockets of silence quickly filled by joyous chatter.

Once seated, my culinary exploration began with the legendary Sunday roast known across the city for its sumptuousness. The roast chicken was supremely tender, succumbing easily to the merest touch, swimming in a pool of rich, luxurious gravy. The lordly Yorkshire pudding did see some sunover earlier diners but maintained its proud stature atop my plate. The nuanced flavor of the gunpowder potatoes and crisp greens made for delightful parleys on the palette. Throughout the meal, diligent staff members, like the effervescent Marta and ever-reliable Raghav, ensured our needs were amiably met, heightening the experience. Despite a slight delay in orders due to the packed house and an occasional errant glass, the place radiated a warmth that outshone its quirks. Leaving, satisfied both in belly and spirit, I foresaw my inevitable return—a not-uncommon foretelling for those enraptured by such quintessential English offerings. — Clarissa Cuisinier