Anyone that has had the chance to view my medical records would vouch for the fact that I am not renown for my ability to say no. God, in his wisdom, bestowed upon me a stronger constitution than the USA's; it's a curse, not a blessing.
So on a recent trip here, to celebrate my dear old mum's birthday, when I discovered that at the Sunday lunch carvery you can make as many trips as your stomach will allow, I knew it would end in tears.
Despite my elitist, prejudiced view that this gaff wouldn't be that great, the food was surprisingly decent. Following a superb round of starters, it was time to hit the carvery. My first sortie was more a mission of reconnaissance and planning for further assaults. Every roast was represented; in fact there were more joints than Lee Perry's studio floor. I tried pork and beef, both were tender and succulent and I cast protocol aside by having the crackling and beef on the same plate, and then Yorkshire Puddings and pork sitting side by side.
For £20 a head, it's good value and the service was also notable. As I pulled a slick overtaking maneuver on my mum, the well-mannered chef ignored me and served her first, crushing my selfish greed with a timely 'Ladies first'. read more