As regular readers know, I'm a real ale man at heart, to the point where, given half the chance, I could bore for England on the subject of what constitutes "a proper pint".
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It was a wrong turn that led us to last week's scranning venue. The Eatsmobile's "satellite navigation" - aka Mrs Eats' legendary map-reading skills - failed us once again and we ended up in Ryton, Gateshead.
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Roll on July 1... that's when smoking in pubs and clubs will become a thing of the past and scranners will be able to savour their food without it tasting of other people's ciggie smoke.
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How do you like to spend your Sundays? The Sabbath, in my mind, should be a day of rest, as God intended. In fact, the most stressful part of the day should be deciding whether to watch Antiques Roadshow or Time Team on the telly.
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I know you readers think Mrs Eats and I have it made . . . all we have to do is wander from one eatery to the next - stuff our faces - then come back to Scran HQ and tell you lot about it.
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Mrs Eats's latest craze is to go exploring of a Sunday. "There's so much to see and it's right on our doorstep," she declared a few weeks ago, then added, somewhat ominously, that from now on we would be introducing a lot more sightseeing into our weekend schedules.
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With just 10 minutes before kick off, panicky sweats were making it difficult to grip the wheel as the missus and I found ourselves scouring the streets on unfamiliar turf for a pub showing the next stage of our favourite footy team's FA Cup bid.
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