We all know that a sirloin is choice cut of beef, but the word's origins are much more colourful. It is said that James I, when dining at Houghton Tower in 1617, was so enamoured of the beef laid out before him that he knighted it. 'Arise, Sir Loin,' I hear him call. But there are other accounts of such extemporaneous ceremonies attributed to King Henry VIII and to Charles II. No matter. The word made flesh lives on in excellent form during lunch in the Sir Loin restaurant above this pub. But it's the breakfasts that are the star attraction - a plate of double egg, double sausage, double bacon, kidneys, liver, black pudding, mushrooms, baked beans and fried bread, all wolfed down with a pint of Guinness.
Up early or to bed late? We've got just the place to take the wide-awake gang. Edward Sullivan tells you where to get a good brekkie and something stronger (if required).