We’ve all had those Sunday (or indeed Saturday mornings) when you wake up, well, how should I phrase this – praying for death? Your mouth’s dryer than the Sahara, there’s nothing in the fridge to quell your sickness and it feels as though someone’s taken a teeny, tiny jackhammer to your head. In situations such as the aforementioned (which happen far more frequently than I’d care to admit), the only solution for me is a boozy brunch.
When you just can’t face waves of nausea coupled with beer fear, there’s nothing for it in my view except for hair of the dog. If this sounds familiar, let me introduce to to the perfect spot to cure your hangover; or perhaps indeed to just top up – Roll. My friend and I pitched up a few Sundays ago, starved and in need of Bloody Mary’s.
In the end we plumped for fried green tomatoes (they were un-be-lievable and I’m a girl who rarely gets her 5 a day), southern fried chicken (with mac ‘n cheese) and a cheeseburger teamed with sweet potato fries – I think you could’ve spotted our hangovers from 50 paces but the combo of carbs and cava sorted us right out.
I’m not saying that Roll is just a remedy for when you’re feeling rough. Far from it. They do a roaring trade on the craft beer front and plenty of tasty tacos to boot.
Meaning that there really is something for everything menu wise. The staff were happy to make suggestions given our slightly fragile state but recommendations or not, I have no doubt that everything would’ve been lip-smackingly good.
If you’re an American in the city I anticipate Roll alleviating some of your homesickness. However, yank or not, if you like good food and find yourself enjoying one too many cañas at the weekend, when you’ve enjoyed the rock side of things, head to Roll.
