food

kezia and i went to a posh riverside town and after duck feeding and play-parking we went for lunch in Wimpy.  it had everything i remember – knife and forks, disappointingly untasty burgers and poor service (they never brought our drinks and the waitress couldn’t have seemed to have cared less about us being there) !

still, it’s great to know Wimpy is still going strong and hasn’t changed in all these years !

i like how cafes often have photos of the food they serve, just in case
you don’t know what things like sausages, beans, coffee etc look like.

two cafes close to each other near farringdon station both had pictures of toast.

we had a family pancake throw off last night.  jane’s mum won for finess and enthusiasm.  jane’s dad won for sarcasm.  jane won for just being generally fantastic

 

ether and kezia’s godparents invited us round for lunch yesterday which was fantastic.  we lived in the Sheffield at the same time before moving south.  ruth made this fantastic bakewell tart.  my piece had a big thumb print in.

there’s few things more terrifying that a 5 year old with a loaded can of squirty cream.

regular readers will know i love signs like these which show the food looking proud to be eaten.  this ‘toast-bar’ also serves chips, as seen here.

i initially read the sign as ‘retro-snack’.  toast would make a good retro snack

i had a big pile of raw meat (and a major three day stomach upset) and the miserable with raspberries.  a colleague had cuckoo which was impressive.

i’m not sure how i feel about the word ‘me’ on a sign.  was it the sign itself who made england’s best pork pie (singular)?

nothing and no one was ever wasted

good food and company yesterday at the vicarage for lunch.  pudding was multiplus, including this rice pudding