A grand night out
Sep. 30th, 2012 04:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustLast night we visited ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
frumpo and H. in their (still comparatively) new house. This wasn't the best time for durham_rambler to try out his new toy, the satnav that D. has passed on, because our destination was one of those terraces that look straight onto the metro, and you can't get there on the road. (The satnav steered us to the Rockcliffe Arms and announced smugly that we had reached our destination. Well, no - it's a fine pub, but not where we were headed on this occasion.) So instead of arriving bearing the apologies of our fellow guests for their lateness, we found them there before us.
Once we had arrived - and overcome the last-minute hitch of the doorbell's flat battery - we had a lovely evening. We started with margaritas and a tour of the house, and then settled down for some serious eating and drinking.frumpo and H. had been to the Fish Quay, and there were crab tartlets, the thinnest pastry heaped with crab and tomato; there was a North African take on cassoulet, the mixed beans spiked with lemon peel (and someone had brought a ten year old bottle of Tatachilla, still full of fruit but smooth and subtle)*; there was lemon pudding, and a game of Name That Cheese; and there was talk, about food and wine, obviously, and about the house, but also about holidays and about absent friends (some of them further absent than others).
After that, some of us left, and some of us fell asleep listening to the news from the Ryder Cup (not good, apparently), and some of us went upstairs and slept soundly until it was time to get up and eat kippers for breakfast (see under Fish Quay, above).
So it's all good. And tonight we have tickets for Kathryn Tickell's concert at the Gala. I hope to stay awake.
*ETA: With flatbreads! How could I have forgotten the flatbreads, all straight from the oven, thin as pitta bread but thick enough for the crumbly crust to be quite distinct from the tender interior? I remembered it this morning as I was making my breakfast toast, and my mouth started watering all over again.
frumpo and H. in their (still comparatively) new house. This wasn't the best time for durham_rambler to try out his new toy, the satnav that D. has passed on, because our destination was one of those terraces that look straight onto the metro, and you can't get there on the road. (The satnav steered us to the Rockcliffe Arms and announced smugly that we had reached our destination. Well, no - it's a fine pub, but not where we were headed on this occasion.) So instead of arriving bearing the apologies of our fellow guests for their lateness, we found them there before us.Once we had arrived - and overcome the last-minute hitch of the doorbell's flat battery - we had a lovely evening. We started with margaritas and a tour of the house, and then settled down for some serious eating and drinking.
frumpo and H. had been to the Fish Quay, and there were crab tartlets, the thinnest pastry heaped with crab and tomato; there was a North African take on cassoulet, the mixed beans spiked with lemon peel (and someone had brought a ten year old bottle of Tatachilla, still full of fruit but smooth and subtle)*; there was lemon pudding, and a game of Name That Cheese; and there was talk, about food and wine, obviously, and about the house, but also about holidays and about absent friends (some of them further absent than others). After that, some of us left, and some of us fell asleep listening to the news from the Ryder Cup (not good, apparently), and some of us went upstairs and slept soundly until it was time to get up and eat kippers for breakfast (see under Fish Quay, above).
So it's all good. And tonight we have tickets for Kathryn Tickell's concert at the Gala. I hope to stay awake.
*ETA: With flatbreads! How could I have forgotten the flatbreads, all straight from the oven, thin as pitta bread but thick enough for the crumbly crust to be quite distinct from the tender interior? I remembered it this morning as I was making my breakfast toast, and my mouth started watering all over again.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-01 09:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-06 02:53 pm (UTC)You mean near the rail station? I've always wanted to see inside one of those houses!!!
(though I suppose that you could have just hopped the fence and sauntered in through the back garden, so maybe this was a different location since you required SATNAV)
no subject
Date: 2012-10-07 06:10 pm (UTC)