The Search for Scampi
Last night, Unusual Guru Wilbur and I ventured into new pubgrub territory, having been forced by the sudden pantsness of our usual to find alternative scampi outlets.
At the top of a vicious hill we found the public house of our dreams. Their posh chef was off sick, so there were no specials (they were v apologetic about it), but the bog standard menu was so whizzy we even stayed for pud.
Our waiter was about 12 (yup, I'm at that age where anyone more than 5yrs younger than me looks 12) but really chatty and smiley. And he gave us extra jam roly poly. Mmmmm. All the rest of the staff were v friendly too, the beer was good, the atmosphere was great, and the food was all pub grub should be.
We have found our new home. Hurrah!
At the top of a vicious hill we found the public house of our dreams. Their posh chef was off sick, so there were no specials (they were v apologetic about it), but the bog standard menu was so whizzy we even stayed for pud.
Our waiter was about 12 (yup, I'm at that age where anyone more than 5yrs younger than me looks 12) but really chatty and smiley. And he gave us extra jam roly poly. Mmmmm. All the rest of the staff were v friendly too, the beer was good, the atmosphere was great, and the food was all pub grub should be.
We have found our new home. Hurrah!