Sunday Roast at Mussel Men, London

My ‘Things to do in London’ list. Find the Top 10 Burgers in London (coming soon). Tick. Watch The Book of Mormon (thanks Han). Tick. Have Sunday Roast at Mussel Men. TICK BABY!
Mussel Men one of the pop-ups that I’ve wanted to go for ages, but the fact that their incredible Sunday Roast was only available on, well, Sunday, meant that I had to schedule my day around that. That day finally came. We gathered a group of people and hopped off to Dalston. 

Hannah and I had gone to the gym earlier (I know, be proud please) and met Georgie afterwards, so we were a little late. However, we weren’t nearly as late as the boys, and we were actually first by a long time. And I had trusted them to be the responsible ones.

Thankfully, they’d had a pretty hectic weekend, and made sure they didn’t overbook so they could have a reasonably chilled Sunday. Perfect.

Their mussels and chips are their most ordered dish.

I can totally see why. Just look at that.

I admired from a distance, since I knew I wasn’t having that. I was having so much more. I didn’t even need to look at the menu.

I’d come for the Sunday Seafood Roast, and that was what everyone was ordering, whether they liked it or not (of course they would like it). Little bossy boots was back.

I think a good half an hour passed with just the 3 of us chit-chatting as girls do.

Soon enough, we were joined by a group full of apologetic boys. Apologise to my tummy, why don’t you. I had gymmed and was ready to feast! Good thing they’re all so nice. Or else.

The ones who were drinking ordered East India’s – Bombay Sapphire gin, cucumber, mint and camomile syrup. I very nearly had a Mermaid Kiss (prosecco and berries) which was one of their Sunday specials. I knew I was drinking later that night, so I held off like a good girl, although the guys sweetly gave me a sip of theirs, which was freaking delicious. Drats.

Georgie got a Diet Coke, which also came in a Mason jar. They just make everything look so cute. Who would have thought I’d take a picture of a Diet Coke?

We chatted away, but in the back of my mind I was just tick-tocking time until the food came. I really do think I have a problem.

Alas, it arrived in a blaze of magnificent seafood glory.

Tell me that doesn’t look like the most incredible thing you’ve ever seen.

Not one, not two, but three of them.

The Sunday Seafood Roast was made up of mussels, clams, razor clams, langoustine, prawns, soft shell crab and oysters.

Lobster is optional. We wanted to order two, but sadly there was only one left, which we nabbed before another table could.

It also came with a big bowl of sides – mash, mushy peas, mushrooms and cauliflower. I don’t usually like cauliflower, but this one was cheesy and delicious. The start of my potential conversion.

What a fucking great Sunday.

Just look at how happy we all are!

I was getting very excited. I could barely keep still.

We popped our napkins on our laps, picked up our knives and forks and dove in. Okay, who am I kidding, I just wanted to make it sound more graceful than it actually was. Everyone knows that this kind of meal involves 80% finger work.

We also got bowls of chips with it. This bowl was sandwiched between Georgie and I, which was extremely dangerous. Not that we had any problem with it.

I genuinely think that the girlie end of the table had devoured the majority. Whilst the battle went on and we were losing men slowly, we were lunging across their end of the table to finish of their sides and any other goodies.

We ate, and ate, and ate, until we were stuffed silly. All 7 of us couldn’t conquer it completely. We made a good effort, but had to wave the white flag before we were sick. I don’t even have to explain how good it all was that eating that much did not feel like a task at all. At 20 pounds per person, it was incredible value for money considering how much we’d eaten.

No brownies, stop looking at me like that. No room for you.

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