If you’re missing home cooking then this Islington institution offers comfort in spades. Firewood is piled high in the corner and copper pans line the walls. The on-site butcher provides delectable cuts, Yorkshire puds are the size of your face and wine is carefully sourced from family-run vineyards. Book in advance and arrive hungry.

Known for their eco credentials, some of the vegetables at this South London pub are grown on a plot next door and they use local produce whenever possible. Their current menu features foraged porcini and girolles from a secret Scottish location. Save room for pudding, the lemon posset contains honey from the rooftop hive.

Rally the troops and tuck into a Sunday sharing feast at this “local beer house” in the City. Lemon and thyme chicken, confit pork belly and rich, medium-rare beef are served alongside a chorizo scotch egg, giant Yorkshire puddings and a very generous portion of roast potatoes.

Cocktails are a fiver and the wine is on tap at this former brothel in Soho, best to visited on a Saturday when it doesn't matter if you accidentally end up in a bar afterwards. Line your stomach with the mammoth all-in of pork, lamb or beef. Eclectic sides such as coal-roasted scallops complete the banquet - but the winner is cauliflower cheese.

If it weren’t for the postcode, the leafy suburbs of Crouch End would fool you into thinking you were settling down for dinner in a rustic, country farmhouse. The chunky, wooden table and chairs groan in acknowledgment like all reclaimed furniture does and the herbs, vegetables and edible flowers all come from their back garden in Buckinghamshire. Started by two brothers, the choice of meats tend towards the rarer cuts, while fresh fish is lovingly brought from Cornwall by “our man Rupert”.

Butcher-turned-head-chef Nick Essex takes Sunday dinners seriously. Longhorn topside of beef has been dry-aged for 34 days and is impossibly tender, oozing meaty juices over fluffy Yorkshire puddings and duck-fat potatoes. Snuggle under one of the faux-fur throws next to the blazing fire and feel the Sunday blues evaporate.

If you’re naming your restaurant “Roast” you’ve got to be pretty damn confident it’s up to scratch – and this Borough Market joint doesn’t disappoint. Swallow slighter higher prices along with exemplary beef sirloin and expertly paired wines, with city views making it well worth it, particularly if you’ve got visitors to London in tow.

A roaring open fire, well-dressed locals and some of the crunchiest crackling in town certifies this gastropub as a timeless favourite. The Yorkshires are huge, there’s pavlova for pudding and the staff don’t mind when you ask for more gravy.

This waterside hangout is the ideal place to fend off hangovers over a roast and bloody marys combo among East London cool cats. The gravy is homemade, the carrots are honey glazed and there’s a beetroot, mushroom and spinach wellington for vegetarians. Be sure to head down early, as it gets pretty packed.

Adding to its extensive repertoire, London’s favourite grand dame puts on quite the Sunday spread in its copper-hued dining room, The Grill. Coming in at a very decent £65 per head, the three-course affair kicks off with the Dorchester’s take on a Bloody Mary, which is made with beef consommé instead of your bog-standard Worcestershire sauce. With chef Tom Booton at the helm, all the classic trimmings have received an innovative and playful upgrade, as has the soundtrack – brought to you by a DJ spinning Ibiza crowd-pleasers. To start, opt for the scotch egg stuffed with tender chunks of premium lobster and a golden yolk that oozes at the first prick. After the drinks trolley – manned by expert mixologist Federico – has whizzed round to provide your fix of made-to-your-taste sours, it’s time for the showstopper: patience-thin cuts of blushing beef, molten cauliflower cheese, mint-spiked broccoli and moon crater-sized Yorkshire puds. Mop up the gravy with hunks of freshly baked brown bread smothered in chicken butter. When Federico makes his next rounds, you’d be crazy not to take him up on the Jamaican coffee blended exclusively for The Dorchester. It’s so smooth that even the most devout milk-and-two-sugars fans will savour a post-banquet espresso. Room for one more? Order the soft-serve ice cream – a grown-up, booze-spiked take on a Mr Whippy – which is ridiculously moreish and much too good to share.

If only a Michelin-starred roast will do, book a table (probably several months in advance) at this West London lovely. With a focus on wild game, don’t be surprised to find venison served alongside Galloway beef, cauliflower cheese croquettes, smoked bone-marrow gravy and scotch eggs.