Nestled in the heart of Mayfair, The Barley Mow is a pub that effortlessly straddles the line between historic charm and modern elegance. Stepping inside feels like being wrapped in a warm embrace – wood-panelled walls whispering tales of yesteryear, gleaming brass fixtures reflecting the soft glow of stylish lighting. But let’s cut to the real reason I’m here: the Sunday roast.
A little history first: The Barley Mow has been a beloved part of Mayfair’s pub scene since the 18th century, serving as a gathering place for locals, traders, and travellers alike. With its traditional architecture and a legacy of fine ales, it has stood the test of time, evolving while staying true to its roots. The pub retains much of its old-world character, with nods to its storied past visible in the carefully preserved interiors and its dedication to high-quality, hearty food.
Before diving into the main event, I couldn’t resist sampling some of the starters. The Scotch egg was a thing of beauty – golden and crisp on the outside, giving way to a perfectly soft-boiled egg encased in richly spiced sausage meat. In fact, it was so good that I recommended it to a certain White Lotus star who was conveniently seated next to me.
The cured trout was equally delightful, silky and subtly smoky, served with a generous dollop of dill crème fraîche and Guinness soda bread that added a satisfying crunch. Both shallot mignonette and Rockefeller oysters also graced the menu, which caused quite the decision dilemma. It set the tone for what was to come: a meal crafted with care and packed with flavour.
Now, I’ve had my fair share of Sunday roasts across London, but The Barley Mow’s offering is something else entirely. This isn’t just a meal; it’s an event, a celebration of all things rich, comforting, and unapologetically indulgent. The meat? Oh, the meat! Whether you opt for the blushing roast beef, the succulent lamb, or the perfectly crisp-skinned chicken, you’re in for a treat. Each slice is tender, juicy, and just the right level of decadent.
And let’s not forget the supporting cast. The Yorkshire puddings here are so enormous and golden that you could wear them as edible crowns. I’m not saying you should, but you could. The roast potatoes? Crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, and doused in just enough gravy to make them sing. Speaking of gravy – it’s the kind that should be bottled and sold, rich, glossy, and packed with umami goodness.
Of course, no Sunday feast would be complete without something to wash it all down, and The Barley Mow’s drinks menu is more than up to the task. Their cocktail list strikes a fine balance between classic and creative, with a Negroni that packs just the right punch and a Maple and Plum Old Fashioned that is dangerously easy to drink. The wine selection is equally impressive, with a well-curated mix of Old and New World wines to suit every palate, whether you fancy a bold red to complement your roast or a crisp white to start things off right.
I was strongarmed into trying the Baked Alaska – perhaps that is a little unfair… let’s just say my rubber arm was easily twisted – and I did not regret it in the slightest. Lavishly presented table-side, it made for a fabulously OTT Instagram story.
The atmosphere on a Sunday is buzzing, but in that relaxed, let’s-stretch-this-lunch-out-all-day sort of way. The staff are friendly and just the right amount of attentive, keeping my glass topped up without me even having to ask – Elliot, you were a delight. And with the comforting hum of conversation and clinking glasses around me, I find myself lingering long after the plates have been cleared, reluctant to leave this little slice of roast dinner heaven.
If you’re in Mayfair on a Sunday and have an appetite for a proper British feast, The Barley Mow is calling your name. Just be sure to wear stretchy trousers and prepare to roll home – trust me, you’ll need them.
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