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Thursday, December 18, 2003
We had our team lunch the other day. It was excellent. Normally I really hate going out for meals at this time of year. The food is usually overpriced, reheated crap served in a not at all interested in you rush in the ambiance of a London Tube to Kings Cross in rush hour. We usually decide to hang off until January and go then, but we went on Tuesday instead. But it was excellent, well except for forgetting jimty's main course - but they were attentive and apologetic. - and didn't humiliate him too much either when he inadvertently was looking for two sweets. We had paid full price a few weeks in advance whilst booking, which along with choosing the particular date entitled us to a free bottle of very decent house wine for every 3 people. The food was by all reports fabulous, I had Roasted Goats Cheese on a salad with a really nice dressing, Wild Mushroom risotto with asparagus and of course the christmas pudding, washed down nicely with several glasses of red. So, a wee well deserved ad for Papingo, did I mention it was reasonably priced as well. We then headed to the nearby Pot Still, an establishment that jimty and myself sought out several years ago on a Christmas outing, under the mistaken notion that it was called the cask still. We never found it and it passed into mythology until this year, when we did find it. It has now passed into Legend. My god I did not realise that there were THAT many different Malt whiskys. This place had 3 sides of a vary large gantry adorned with what appeared to be some of the rarest looking bottles imaginable and these were not for show. I swear I saw the bartender climb and retrieve a bottle of some obscure 1930s golden nectar into a glass. It could well have been the very last glass of that distillation ever and here it was, history occurring in front of our very eyes. Of course he may well have had another bottle through the back. Me I had a pint of Deuchars which was very good, followed later by a couple of pints of Marston's Old Empire, the guest beer. We then went fairly soberly home. Except for the ladies in our midst who went on to party or whatever ladies do and it showed yesterday morning, particularly in the case of young R.
posted by timesnewroman at 6:56 AM
