The Angel, Main Street, Corbridge

May 10 2009 by Eddy Eats, Sunday Sun

Character - 4
Quality - 4
Service - 4
Value - 3

Rating: 15/20

THERE’S nothing like a sunny day to bring out the worst in Mrs E.

As soon as she spies the first beam of sunlight, she’s in the shed sorting out the gardening tools so I can get down to a morning’s graft while she relaxes in a deckchair, reading the Sunday Sun and pointing out where I am going wrong.

This week, I cut the grass but forgot to edge the lawn, which infuriated Mrs E so much, she stood up and for a moment I thought she was actually going to do it herself.

However, lunchtime was approaching, and she announced that as we’d both been working hard, we deserved a treat, so off we headed to Corbridge, one of our favourite villages.

Last time we visited, we scranned at the Black Bull, but She Who Must Be Fed was in an extravagant mood, so declared that it was The Angel or nothing. It would take a braver man than me to argue with Mrs E, so The Angel it was.

Having spent more Sunday lunchtimes than I care to recall driving round Corbridge hunting out somewhere to park the Eatsmobile, the private car park at The Angel was a joy to behold.

The outside tables were already full up with scranners when we got there, but She Who Must Be Fed was determined that we were going for top-notch tucker, so we walked though the cosy bar and headed for the dining room.

Mrs E had called before we set out, but we seemed to take the staff by surprise, and were kept waiting for a good five minutes before someone appeared to show us to our table. If there’s one thing Mrs Eats can’t stand, it’s being kept waiting when Sunday scran is on the cards, so this wasn’t the best of starts.

However, she soon cheered up when she ordered a drink, and once we’d lured the staff out of the kitchen, the service was faultless.