Railway Hotel, 35 Anderson Street, Yarraville. Phone: 9687 2034
Sunday roast lunches at pubs – $10, $15, $20, $25?
Do you get what you pay for?
As far as we know, the Spottiswoode Hotel continues to offer a grand $10 deal on Sundays.
Others we know of in the inner deliver offer $20+ offerings.
This Sunday, Bennie gives up on his desire for Vietnamese tomato rice in the face of his dad’s determination to go roast.
We first head for a certain Williamstown pub we believe now has $15 roast lunches on the menu, but on arrival we discover they will not start until the following weekend.
Plan B is return home, park the car and walk to our local, the Railway Hotel, which has been advertising $18.50 Sunday roasts – sort of a middle ground price-wise , with two kinds of meat on offer.
Will it be worth the extra dollars?
We pay, get our number and wait.
Bennie chooses the pork.
I try a mouthful.
Perhaps unsurprisingly it’s dry but – good stuff – tender enough.
But it IS full of strong, good piggy flavour.
The crackling is a tad salty but all of it is crisp and a joy to eat.
One pub manager has told me it’s simply impossible in regards to power bills to serve roast veggies at these sorts of prices.
That I don’t mind.
The spud is roasted and herbed and very good.
The beans, broccoli and beans may be steamed but they are wonderful – cooked more than al dente and perfect.
I select the roast beef (top photograph).
It appears to be smothered in good gravy.
But as it turns out there is just enough gravy – and only just enough – to support the meat.
I am served three slices that are just shy of half an inch thick.
The meat is tender and tastes grand.
It breaks apart in strands that I more familiar with from dining on brisket at BBQ joints.
This is new and wonderful territory for me when it comes to roast beef.
There is so much of it, I keep offering Bennie hefty chunks even as I close in on the final slice.
“I can’t eat it all, mate!”
“That’s because you aren’t manly enough …”
I am on a serious food high as we skip down the street for some sugar and spice from our fave ice-cream joint.
The Railway Hotel Sunday roasts have convinced me that sometimes, at least, you do get what you pay for.
And it’s still a bargain.