Anyway, D and I went to JB for dinner last night to celebrate the fact that I passed an exam (hurrah!) and also just because we hadn't been in ever so long....it turns out that I still miss York terribly. It also turns out that walking is a dangerous sport for me - I did something distinctly odd to my left calf while traversing from the bus stop to the office (about three minutes) which means that stairs are currently problematic (difficult when you live in a four storey house).
That aside, looks at the yummy stuff we had to eat:
But, seriously, can I draw your attention to perfectly cooked spiced duck breast - dense and tender of flesh, crispy of skin (main, left). Or mussels steamed over local beer with butter and peas (top, centre). Or a crispy, filo wrapped, delicately seasoned take on a classic pork pie (bottom, right). The only sadness for me was that the set dinner dessert was rice pudding, which is one of my very few pet hates.
Fantastic restaurant, beautiful city, happy foodie. The only sadness for me was the look of approbation from the home scales this morning but still. Some meals are worth it.