Pub news.
Sunday lunch. My favourite day of the week, as I get to scoff the delicious roasts that Kerry the chef cooks. That's not to say I don't enjoy what Dad cooks, but Sunday roasts have always been relished.
I arrived at the usual time and pre-ordered my lunch (not that I have to), and Kelly the landlady was putting up balloons and streamers for a 70th birthday party. There were 120+ having a hog roast buffet at 4pm onwards. They all arrived at 2pm and the place was rammed! When Dad arrived at 3pm I had to wait whilst he got the car from the top of the car park, (I can't walk that far uphill). Luckily it had stopped snowing!
There will be a few sore heads in the morning!
5 comments:
Bloody Hell John, that sounds like one hell of a pub...in a rural setting that's really great at a time so many pubs are struggling. You must congratulate your landlord/landlady/chef team who are clearly special!
Years ago in Brighton I was a regular at a really great back-street pub called the London Unity, and having moved away nearly thirty years ago, (but visited every time I've gone back!), I now hear it's most likely going to follow it's two closest neighbours and close...sad...
All the best
Dave
Dave, it is one hell of a pub!
Do you know the joke about the parrot and the sucking pig?
Tell me, Pat.
Love a good-news story.
Say hello to your father, tell him I send warm sunshine for him :-)
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