27 May 2016

And Then A Bit Of A Gas...

While out and about today, we saw a nice looking pub by a river and, as it was on the stroke of twelve, pulled in for food.

As we approached the doors, they swung open and several people poured out. A couple who passed us asked if we were going to eat and upon receiving an affirmative told us that they’d just been informed the kitchen was closed owing to running out of gas. What was that all about? Bottled gas? No idea; but the place sure wasn’t actually isolated but just on the outskirts of rather a large town. Possibly a bottled cook...

Anyhoo, onwards and food-wards and we soon found a place, a tad more remote than the last, that hadn’t run out of gas and ate right hearty. I had the UK pub trade signature dish of grilled gammon steak, chips, peas - one of my five a day, a fried egg and a pineapple ring - it being number two of my five a day. Really, how good can I get?

It was also nice to heap the chips with salt without hearing loud disgusted tutting noises emanating from nearby folk now it’s been discovered that the ‘don’t take salt’ advice may actually, as expected, have be killing people.

Back to gammon steaks; is there a pub in the land that doesn’t serve that dish? Man, they must have to hunt a huge number of gammons every day to meet demand for their steaks.


I’ll put that another way; is there a pub in the land that isn’t now a cross between a diner and a pre-school play school that smells of grilling gammon?

Quote;  Calvin Trillin.

"The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for 30 years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found."

                Joss Whedon.

“Humour keeps us alive. Humour and food. Don't forget food. You can go a week without laughing.”

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