This week was the last time that I was to see most of them so we were determined to Go Out and paint the town, if not red, a very definite shade of pink.
We went to the Olive Press in Liverpool mainly because they were offering a good midweek discount deal and we civil servants haven't had a payrise in a while. For £30 a head (three courses and wine) it seems churlish to complain. But the food, while adequate, did not rock my world.
My chicken liver pâté starter was woefully under seasoned though nicely presented - I'm a sucker for a Kilner jar.
Lemon chicken with goats' cheese and basil risotto was, again, a little lacking in flavour. Oh, and the chicken was overcooked. I know people can be squeamish about chicken but really, it needs to retain some moisture...
However. I can't complain about the liqueur coffee. So I won't. And the pizzas that were delivered to some of the party looked excellent - a pleasingly blistered base with a good amount of toppings - not so much as to be overkill, not too little to be sparse.
The hardcore contingent then made our way to Revolution for shots and giggles.
Don't you just love the idea of cocktail teapots?
What I learned here was:
• Birthday cake vodka is not nice.
• If you have had enough alcohol
previous to said birthday cake vodka, you will drink it anyway.
• Long Island Iced Tea ROCKS.
• I am no longer very good at late nights midweek.
Which is why, if you will excuse me, I'm off for a little nap. If you happen to be travelling across the Pennines on the way to York at the moment and you hear someone snoring away in the back carriage then do feel free to give me a sharp dig in the ribs - or at least wipe the drool off my chin.
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