Pass the Brown Sauce, brother!
and thrice-cooked chips. So, posh steak and chips, basically.
It is a frighteningly large piece of meat.
lovingly-made chips. No brownsauce, though. There have to be limits.
My Mrs has f**ked off to the Wales with the kids.
Easter and all that ****.
Tonight will see me sample the pleasure of the “Spice Bag” from the local Gooks. Last night was Indian.
Just texted her the location of my secret stash, fear not
I simply could not get the time off.
Nor would flying over on Friday have really been worth it.
Pubs are closed all day friday here.
That is why they invented supermarkets imo.
*what sort of backwater do you live in?
It wouldn't be a special meal if I just served up a normal sized steak, would it?