This is a totally unrelated picture of Iain experiencing grass. Still, it's cute.
Back to our story.We pulled into the first decent pub we saw, because Tony and I were ravenous. Bart and Charles were starting to look like tasty vittles, especially with a little mustard sauce...
ANYWAY, we stopped at the Hand and Sceptre, where it was immediately clear we'd be happy, happy children. I had the spit-roast pork while Tony ordered the daily special - homemade chicken pie with puff pastry crust. Bart ordered a pizza that came with to much stinky cheese (is that even possible?) and Charles had fish-n-chips. Iain drank a ton of milk from the bar (because he likes milk, or because the barmaid was cute? You decide.).
The boys drank water and soda, but I honored England by drinking cider. Below, Bart affects a pose of blase cool. He's so blase. And cool.
The thing about pubs is that some have no food, some have poo food, and some have really good food. The trick is to find the last one, because you can still take your little monkey (see below) but the quality equals that of a nice restaurant. It's a perfect marriage of informality with pleasure.
In other news, our car broke and we bought a new one. Film at eleven.
3 comments:
The chicken pie was great, I think we got lucky with our choice.
I am pleased to say that the general quality of pub food is on the rise. Thank god for TV food shows and gastro pubs. I think it has made people raise their expectations.
Putting stinky cheese on pizza should be a criminal offense. For me to order a pizza and leave half of it behind is simply unheard of.
I mean, honestly....
(But thanks for paying, anyway.)
:¬)
You should do food reviews or something. You always have, fix, or find the most fun things.
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