Dining Out

Andrew and I had stealth attack! dental appointments today (they were supposed to send a reminder, but email ate it so we only found out yesterday afternoon when the dentist's office called him.) Afterwards we agreed we needed drinks and food, so we went across the street to the Henry VIII pub, which is, as one might expect, decorated with reproductions of Holbein, a photo of Rhys-whatsisname-McHottie from The Tudors, and what looked like a Hungarian poster for the Korda Six Wives of.... There were knives and forks provided.

The food was very good; bit pricy but there was a lot of it and we had some boxed for lunch tomorrow. The gravy tasted like there was wine in it; the waitress confirmed that there was. They make a Cosmopolitan that does not taste like cough syrup, which gives them points in my book. It's not a neighbourhood we visit often, but Andrew says he'd like to go there again after our next dental appointment.