Declaring he would never cook a Sunday roast again – after a minor, yet unsavoury, fracas with some parsnips – Quentin Quaffer decided we would squeeze our car into the last bay at the Manvers Arms to see why their Sunday Carvery sittings were were full to bursting.
Lucky enough to grab the last unbooked table in their vast pub, we bought our £6.50 tickets and made for the meat.
With eyes like saucers at the servery, we settled down to whopping platefuls.
The beef was bountiful, tender and superb. The pork was succulent. The gravy was thick and delicious. The super stuffing left us stuffed.
Noting a long queue at the door as we finished, we felt it was polite to leave swiftly to make way.
Quents need never fight a Sunday lunch again as we’ll certainly be back and booked-in.
We give it four-and-a-half stars.