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Awareness Test
@ 2008-04-13 – 13:02:17
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Bella Donna ?
@ 2008-04-13 – 02:07:08
I went for a celebratory dinner with freinds at a pensioners hotel, and I must say it was flufferly.
Lots of space in an airy green room where the furniture and the clientelle looked like pretzels. Clucked over and comforted by two (two soups ?) ladies who fed us for England, with extra chips instead of new-born baby potatoes.
Really good grub...I had pears and walnuts on grilled goats cheese, and because we're hoping to go to Belgian battlefeilds in the summer, mules and chips.
We had a bottle or two of wine each and there was always lashings of iced tap-water on the table. And mountains of cauliflowers.
And there was white proper-farmyard-pepper joy.
We variously staggered out to light up and stagger back to fall face down cursing in the pudding, and agreed that we really must go there again.
Nobody had a hidden stick up their arse to beat us with as soon as we had finished eating, there was no chef angst, no chic hovering rictus smiliness.
It came to £25 each.
And for dessert I'm still tickling the garlic from under my false fingernails...yum !
(Yes, there was a finger bowl, but I drank it).
My only moment of disquiet was when seven faces beamed at me and someone said 'yes she does remind me of
,now you mention it!'
What the fuck did I say ????
I wasn't mindlessly indulgent in the least.
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