Having miraculously managed to weather the level three Heat Health Alert and it turning, rather quickly, unseasonably cool, we took a little tootle round and about little used country roads and eventually hauled into a pub for grub; one we’ve used many times. The food was good but obviously up a tad in price and we were served a double whammy as the portions were noticeably smaller. Inflation deflation I guess. All understandable as heavens knows wot it must be costing to fire-up the kitchen now.
Contrary to wot the ‘news’ would have us believe, that ninety percent of the population are having cost of living breakdowns, the place was just about full. As was the drinking area. Unless, that is, we’d stumbled into the hiding place of the ten percent.
Anyhoo, this reminded me of a post I posted previously apropos eating out with my little nest of vipers, a lover of her native favourite of road kill and rice. So below an edit from 2013...
What's my little nest of vipers think about all this? No real big deal. She does, however, harbour a hope that, with time, our eateries may become slightly more adventurous with their menus:
Waiter, "And for you Madam?"
Her indoors, "Is your fire burning and the cauldron bubbling?"
"That it is. Like a hell-broth it's boiling and bubbling."
"Right then, I'll have the fillet of a fenny snake,
eye of newt, and toe of frog,
wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing. Medium rare and a side-salad of poison ivy and chilli, heavy on the chilli and a bottle of fizzy water with a straw please."
"A lovely choice. And for you Sir?"
"I'll just have Chef's Offal Platter Du Jure please. With fries."
Quote; Buddy Hackett.
As a child my family's menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.
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