Friday, 2 November 2012
Yesterday evening I was out for a meal at the Hare with Julie and Linda. We had a jolly good natter with plenty of fond reminiscing. Our friendship goes back a very long way so there was plenty to cover while we troughed our way through the meal and lingered over the coffee. By the time I got home it was nearly nine, I think, and my head was a-buzzing (no, not with alcohol, we didn't indulge) and I stayed up until I could feel the sleep coming over me. That made it past midnight. Hence the very late awakening this morning.
As always, we had a jolly good meal at the Hare. They've increased the number of 'smaller plate' options from four to eight. Great!!! So I had their chicken and mushroom puff pastry pie with peas and chips and it was scrummy. That, a dessert of two scoops of ice cream, two diet cokes and a large filter coffee came to just over £16, which I thought was jolly good value. I couldn't have eaten much more, even if it had been presented, free, on a golden platter!
We set the next date and I have undertaken to organise it. We will go for a 'Christmas Party' meal with a special menu and for prebooking only. Julie has sent me her choice already and I am just waiting for Linda's before I pootle down there and make the booking. I'm having pate for a started followed by their winter vegetable and butter bean cobbler, which sounds absolutely delicious. A whole selection of vegetables in a tomato sauce, topped with a cheese and herb scone. Doesn't that sound wonderful? It's accompanied by more vegetables - 'seasonal', which means sprouts, I guess - and roast potatoes. Or I might change my mind and have the cranberry and mozzarella beef burger instead. Decisions, decisions! Dessert will be their ice creams, which are scrummy.
We're going to do a Secret Santa too, so it should all be very enjoyable!
Isn't it odd how, after a big meal the night before, one wakes feeling very hungry. You'd think it would be the other way round, but it isn't, not for me. I'm starving! Mind you, I am used to breakfast at about six and it is now past eight . . .
Better go and feed myself then!