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My love affair with the restaurant roast dinner had reached an all-time low. After one too many disappointing plates over the years, I declared a hiatus, retreating to the comfort of my own kitchen for a Sunday roast. But things have been picking up lately, with several dining experiences impressing me and dared me to start believing again.

A classic example was my recent visit to the Little Piggy Cafe in Fenstanton, after they invited me to try their Sharing Roast, served every Sunday. This is something I knew I had to try, after a fantastic cooked breakfast I had there last year. I remember being instantly won over by their cosy character, genuinely warm welcome, and flawless execution. I was particularly excited given the team also runs an award-winning catering service with hog roasts as their speciality. I suspected that if anyone could prove that dining out for a roast was truly worthwhile, it would be them (see here).

Hot Chocolate

I never forgot the hot chocolate from my last visit. It stuck in my mind with its overly indulgent and colourful garnishing of marshmallows, sprinkles, and uninhibited use of whipped cream. I was practically counting down the days till autumn just so I could justify heading back. The moment I sat down, I knew I had to order one. While this version wasn’t as excessively garnished as the one I remembered, its gorgeous taste and incredibly smooth sip confirmed it was just as good.

Local beer

I was delighted to find local craft beer on the menu, featuring a selection of cans from the Harston-based Brew Board.

Fresh bread

Our sharing platter commenced with a basket of home-made bread. Normally, something like this doesn’t especially excite me, but this bread was different. It tasted so incredibly fresh and carried that undeniable ‘just baked’ aroma that immediately gave me that warm, fuzzy, Sunday afternoon feeling.

‘The Feast Of Dreams’

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The Little Piggy Cafe boldly claims their sharing platter is ‘the feast of dreams.’ That is a strong boast, especially aimed at someone who can eat for England. Yet, as the platter was brought out, it looked every bit the spectacle they promised.

The platter arrived in two parts: first, a large ceramic bowl of fresh vegetables, tastefully coloured to complement the café’s interior; then, a board piled high with the main event. This feast, featuring ‘Eyy Up’ Yorkshire puddings, tenderloin pork and Home Farm meat sausages stuffing wrapped in crisp bacon, plus golden crackling and smoked chicken.

If that wasn’t enough, reinforcements soon arrived to seal the deal: creamy smokey cauliflower cheese and vibrant spiced red cabbage. For two people, this wasn’t just a meal – it was indeed the feast of dreams the café had promised, and then some.

I helped myself to a bit of everything, and the sheer volume meant my plate looked even more impressive. There was so much glorious chaos happening at once—a true riot of colour and intrigue at every turn… and we hadn’t even added the gravy yet!

Ah, perfection! We were presented with a small jar of gravy that proved to be just enough for two people. Crucially, the gravy itself was exactly how I like it: thick, rich, and absolutely bursting with flavour.

The smoked chicken was incredible, especially when drenched in that beautiful rich gravy. The tenderloin pork was served in thickly cut and gloriously juicy circular chunks that came crowned with crunchy, golden crackling. As for the greens, they were clearly seasonal, as their vibrant colour screamed freshness, and they were cooked perfectly, retaining just enough of a satisfying crunch on the bite.

Two unlikely stars of the show!

Both my guest and I immediately commented on the execution of the carrots. They were chunky and soft, yet beautifully glazed with a sweet honey that made them utterly leap off a plate of savoury items. I simply couldn’t stop eating them.

A portion of Home Farm sausage meat stuffing arrived, served in its own small pot. I have certainly never encountered anything like it as the texture was surprisingly similar to pulled pork, possessing a soft, juicy tenderness that immediately made you want to sink your teeth in. All I know is this. I loved it, and you will too!

Why not indulge? It’s Sunday!

We concluded our feast with two desserts. I was instantly advised to try their lemon meringue, touted as one of their most popular dishes. I rarely get excited about meringue, but this was next-level stuff. The portion was very generous – a point of pride for the team at Little Piggy Cafe – yet it was so much more than just big. The meringue itself was the perfect balance of creamy and crisp, giving way to a thick, tart layer of lemon curd nestled atop a sweet and crunchy crust. I can see why this is so popular!

After our banquet of utter brilliance, the sticky toffee pudding felt a little flat by comparison. While I was pleased to see a generous bowl of custard, the pudding itself was almost all crispy edges, leaving the soft, spongy body absent. Even so, that didn’t stop my guest; he devoured it so fast he would give a Hunstanton seagull a run for its money. I suppose that speaks for itself 🤣

The Feast of Dreams Delivered

The Little Piggy Cafe made a bold claim with their “feast of dreams,” but from the sheer scale of the sharing platter to the impeccable quality of the components, they truly delivered. Every element of the main course was a resounding success: from the thick, flavour-packed gravy to the unique Home Farm sausage meat stuffing and the irresistible honey-glazed carrots that stole the show. Even the desserts provided a triumph, with the next-level lemon meringue proving why it’s one of the café’s most popular dishes. While the sticky toffee pudding was a slight wobble after such consistent brilliance, it did little to spoil what was ultimately a spectacular, indulgent, and highly memorable dining experience. The Little Piggy Cafe isn’t just serving food; they’re serving a proper, comforting, British celebration of a meal.

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