Do you feel the power of the pig? I do and it’s porktastic! And now I’m sharing this taste sensation with the good people in my home town of Bristol.
I’ve been delighting guests across Bristol at weddings, corporate events, christenings and even a funeral wake as a hog roast caterer for a year now, and I can honestly say it is the best thing I’ve ever been involved with. Everybody loves it. People come up to you after they’ve eaten their hog and say something along the lines of “I’m making sure you’re coming to my next party.” The next day, the phone rings and before you know it, you have three or four bookings off the back of that one evening. But it makes perfect sense, the cost of the hog roast is a fraction the cost of a mediocre meal that half the guests don’t like, and that’s an important consideration in these days of cut backs and austerity, I think.
There really is nothing quite like the taste and smells from a hog roast, and I’m in no hurry to give up my brilliant new career to return to some boring old factory in Bristol. Hog roast catering rules in Bristol!
My brother tied the knot last weekend: it was a fantastic do. Nothing too posh or over the top, just a good old Bristolian knees up. The beer (and cider of course) was flowing and spirits were high. Little did I know that bruv had laid on an extra late night treat. At 11pm were treated to scrummy hog roast butties. I swear that I have never enjoyed a late night bite quite like that slice of hog heaven. “It were lush,” as Bristolian Ian Holloway would no doubt say post match. In fact I think everyone enjoyed the supper much more than the main meal. I was very impressed with how it was all done. The hog roast was wheeled in quite nonchalantly and without any fuss, in fact no-one knew any wiser until the glorious aroma filled the quite sizable room. “OMG! What’s that bloody fantastic smell?” was one of more repeatable things I heard slurred by Uncle Nigel…and he was tight. It was bloody fantastic. Thanks for a great end to the evening.