LAST week, eagle-eyed readers would have spotted a letter in our fine publication, lamenting the fact that Mrs Eats and I only ever review Sunday roasts.
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THE sun was shining and Mrs Eats was full of the joys of spring. She’s been a bit down in the dumps recently, poor soul, what with the credit crunch, worries about swine flu, and those fat cat MPs living it up at our expense, so it was nice to see her back on form.
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MRS EATS has been hard work of late. It began with her failed attempt at giving up the hard stuff for Lent – a plan which lasted all of a week before she gave in – and has been followed by increasingly oft-occuringly demands for me to redecorate.
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MRS E was on a mission this week. The neighbours have been decorating and bought a fancy new leather sofa, so she came back from next door with a head full of ideas.
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THE chalkboard sign said it all... “Best Sunday Lunch Around” it claimed in big, block capital letters, stopping us in our tracks as the smell of meat in gravy wafted into the street.
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IT’S always a delight to stumble upon a hidden gem. Experience has shown hidden gems are often discovered when plans have to be hastily rearranged.
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WE seem to have hit a run at the moment, the missus and I. Every now and then on our travels we stumble upon a carvery, but lately we have notched up three in a row.
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REGULAR readers will know that nothing — and I mean nothing — ever stands in the way of Mrs Eats and I in the pursuit of the perfect Sunday lunch.
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ON a scorching hot Sunday, what better place to head to than the coast? However, picking the right spot — with such a wealth of delightful areas to choose from — can be difficult.
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