Grumpy and I had dinner at the Grosvenor Hotel tonight. He had the bangers and mash and I had the beef and Guinness. When my meal arrived it had sticking up out of it, in reference to the fact that's it's usually dished up as a pie, two tall, thin triangles of pastry. Like two fingers. I put my face down over the plate and hovered my nostrils near them. Luckily Grumpy laughed - these things can go either way with him.
Then I saw that the waitress was heading our way with the garlic bread. As she put the plate down on the table I said, "I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have had to witness that."
3 comments:
I bet she laughed.
She did. She was a good sort.
I actually work very close to 'the G' and have regularly parteken in the beef and guiness pie and its crazy pastry fingers.
I also recommend highly the lamb burger.
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