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Easter Roast at Bumpkin Chelsea, London - Little Observationist
Easter morning when we were kids felt a bit like Christmas: There were overflowing Easter baskets hidden around the house to find, giant chocolate bunnies to bite the ears off of and slowly gnaw on for the following week, colourful Easter eggs to eat, family coming into town to celebrate, a delicious dinner of roasted ham, fresh homebaked bread – a whole table full of food – followed by an elaborate cake baked by my mom. Around us, the house would be decorated with Easter colours, ceramic eggs, vintage bunnies. I haven’t been home to New York for Easter since I moved to London eight years ago. All of that is a distant memory. Some years in London, the day just passed like an ordinary day with a phone call from across the ocean. In 2012, I went egg rolling on Parliament Hill followed by a Sunday roast in the cosy Garden Gate pub in Hampstead. 2013 was a Sunday roast near the fireplace at the Builders Arms in Chelsea. Last year, Jorge and I enjoyed a Sunday lunch near the front window in Bumpkin, watching torrential rain pour down all afternoon. This year, we decided to keep up the Sunday roast tradition and …