SOMETIMES, it seems as if Mrs Eats and myself must walk around with a big neon sign over our heads telling waiting staff to do their best to mess us about.
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THERE’S many a time Mrs Eats has told Yours Truly to “go fly a kite”... usually after I’ve come home a bit the worse for wear after a night out with the lads.Read
YEARS of scranning can turn you into a bit of a curmudgeon if you’re not careful, but I pride myself on not being too picky. After all, not every village hostelry can be a gastro-pub.Read
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".Read
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.Read
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.Read
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.Read
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.Read
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.Read