Roast Dinners in London

And welcome back to Roast Dinners in London, this week with a review of Elliot’s in Borough Market.

This week we all had challenges – from myself having no trains from East Croydon to London Victoria, to my regular accomplice having to get back from spending a night in Milton Keynes, one person working in the morning (on a Sunday!) and one celebrating the upcoming start of her birthday week.

Trying to square those circles led us to London Bridge ish but there was nowhere on my to-do list (well, there is but saving that for a certain occasion).

Enter – artificial intelligence.

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And welcome back to Super Roast Dinners in London, this week with a review of Elliot’s in Borough Super Market.

This week we all had challenges – from myself having no trains from Super Croydon to London Victoria, to my super accomplice having spent a night in Milton Keynes, one person working in the morning and one celebrating the upcoming super start of her birthday week.

Trying to square those circles led us to London Bridge ish but there was nowhere on my to-do list (well, there is but saving that for a certain occasion).

Enter – artificial intelligence.

Ah man, I’m just a fucking traitor.

Get Ur Gravy On

So Claude told us to go to Elliot’s. Then I saw the menu and the words “crispy potato cake”. Lord Gravy does not eat “crispy potato cake” on a Sunday.

I was reminded of the complications. Lord Gravy did eat “crispy potato cake” this Sunday.

Elliot’s is a small-ish restaurant on the annoying road in Borough Super Market where cars occasionally try to get past 1,000 people eating Brindisa chorizo sandwiches, or at least used to. Brindisa isn’t super cool any more. Oh and I think they changed the traffic flow.

Maybe it seats 50 or so people. According to…sigh…super intelligence, it’s the market’s unofficial restaurant serving only foods from the market itself, or at least that was the idea back in 2011.

Inside has exposed brickwork, fairly minimal lighting though never dark either. Perhaps you could call it urban farmhouse style. Mostly table seating though some counter seats also.

There’s definitely a bit of a play on a roast dinner going on – those who don’t like small plates might want to look away.

On the menu was chicken at £32.00 for 2 people, pork chop at £23.00 or £27.00 for 1/2 people, venison chop at £28.00 or £42.00 for 1/2 people, bavette at £19.00 or £29.00 for 1/2 people, fillet at £36.00 or £54.00 for 1/2 people, sirloin which was £33.00 for 2 people or wing-rib which was £55.00 for 2 people. Phew.

Plus then you had to pay £9.00 each if you wanted the trimmings. Slightly confusing prices – why is a pork chop for 2 only £4.00 more than for 1, yet a venison chop for 2 is £14.00 more than for 1?

Holler! Listen up, gravy train coming through…

Anyway, I went for the beef wing-rib, shared with the birthday accomplice, which made it £36.50 in total for the roast dinner itself.

Said wing rib arrived like this – with the shallot and lardo topping obscuring the pinkness of the beef.

Everything did arrive on sharing plates – and there wasn’t enough room on the table for all the sharing plates, wine glasses and water glasses, so we quickly had to adorn our very, very super small plates:

Not your standard vegetables this week – with chard, runner beans and red cabbage all provided, and all in a bowl of creamy, slightly brothy sauce – hence the bits of cream you can see.

The chard itself was delicious, wilted sufficiently but not too much and slightly sweet in flavour.

Runner beans were too al dente for my tastes, having quite a crunch to them.

Unusually the red cabbage hadn’t been polluted with winter spice crap, and was quite soft, charred delightfully, having a subtly smokey flavour – this was the pick of the vegetables.

Put ur Yorkshire puddings in the air

Crispy. Potato. Cake.

Three words that can make a roast dinner fan cry, yet I’ve had similar at both Tila and Cora Pearl, and loved those roasts.

It was like slices of potato that had been squashed together in a cake form, quite oily (perhaps deep fried…not sure) with a nice crisp to the outside, quite a creamy feel also.

Crispy potato cake was good. But absolutely should not be replacing roast potatoes.

The Yorkshire pudding was superb. Slightly charred but you couldn’t taste it, perfectly crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside – this is the standard.

Gravy. Yeah, we done.

OK, onto the beef.

Two accomplices shared the sirloin.

I’m never going to be jealous when I’m eating rib, but it did also look pretty sensational.

Apparently it was “really good, perfectly cooked”.

My wing-rib was sensational.

A really tender cut, subtly smoked again, fat rendered perfectly – just juicy, gorgeousness. Maybe I don’t need to return to Japan to enjoy beef after all.

The gravy situation was unusual – the fillet, had we chosen it, comes with peppercorn sauce – the wing-rib and sirloin both came with this red wine, shallot and lardo sauce – which wasn’t much different to the gravy in the gravy jugs.

Given both were on our plates, they complimented and mixed together but it was the “sauce” that wowed with the peppery, smokey nature – a real deep and complex sauce/gravy – yet never over-powered it.

Elliot’s

I enjoyed EVERYTHING.

Actually that’s a lie but lying is cool and gets you to the presidency – I didn’t enjoy the runner beans as they were too crunchy for me.

Also the beer selection was weak, just a lager and a radler. The house red was too dry for my tastes, and the other bottle that we shared was chosen by not very fucking super intelligence as it was unusually rose-ish for a red, and didn’t suit our meal. Maybe we should have asked for a recommendation from a human.

But apart from that – the word super can be used throughout.

The “potato cake” was creamy and crispy, the red cabbage appreciatively smokey, the yorkie gold standard, the beef-rib wowed and the gravy/sauce whatever it was was excellent too (if not a traditional gravy per se).

Some of you might be judging this not traditional enough – there will be a few of you out there who cannot handle the idea of a roast dinner not being one huge plate of over-boiled food. Fine. Your loss.

Everyone else can get ur gravy freak on at Elliot’s.

Our scores were pretty whopping, the lowest an 8.75 out of 10, the highest a 9.10, a 9.00 from the harhest critic on the table (not actually me) and an 8.82 from myself. Second best roast dinner of 2026, so far. 6th highest in the league of roasts out of 393 at the time of writing. It was that good. Do book it, if you can cope with dinner on a saucer.

Next week might actually be the first Halloween special in years.

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