Supper at The Fat Pig
Sep. 24th, 2011 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylArriving home later than expected from my afternoon bike ride, I had to scrambled to get myself showered and changed in time to get to The Fat Pig for supper. But I needn't have worried: I bumped into most of the others along the way and we arrived en masse only a few minutes later than planned.
I went for the vegetarian option — squash and artichoke heart risotto —![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doctor_squale followed convention by going for the muscles, with the partridge being the most popular choice with everyone else — something that occasioned a debate about whether a partridge is a caille or not (it isn't: after consulting with someone's smartphone, we discovered that a caille is a quail, while a partridge is a perdrix). The preferred of choice for pudding was the tarte tatin — very nice but not, perhaps, entirely authentic — with the dissenters either opting for the cheese board or a particularly impressive chocolate brownie.
Sadly, after supper, as befitting our status as people drained by a series of late nights — perhaps I'm being unfair to the others, extrapolating my own state of near-total exhaustion — we (almost) all called it a night slunk off shockingly early leaving AC, the lone adventurous exception, to paint the town in our stead.
I went for the vegetarian option — squash and artichoke heart risotto —
doctor_squale followed convention by going for the muscles, with the partridge being the most popular choice with everyone else — something that occasioned a debate about whether a partridge is a caille or not (it isn't: after consulting with someone's smartphone, we discovered that a caille is a quail, while a partridge is a perdrix). The preferred of choice for pudding was the tarte tatin — very nice but not, perhaps, entirely authentic — with the dissenters either opting for the cheese board or a particularly impressive chocolate brownie.Sadly, after supper, as befitting our status as people drained by a series of late nights — perhaps I'm being unfair to the others, extrapolating my own state of near-total exhaustion — we (almost) all called it a night slunk off shockingly early leaving AC, the lone adventurous exception, to paint the town in our stead.
