
The Boyfriend came up to Gipsy Hill yesterday, and brought chocolates and champagne! I'd booked the afternoon off work, so we went for a fabulous long lunch at
the Mansion, a very nice gastro-pub at the end of Gipsy Road. (Once I've moved out of the Garrett, I think the Mansion will certainly be worth travelling back to Gipsy Hill for...)
We had a lovely waitress who very obligingly took a photo of us both by the fireplace. You can see that I am standing cunningly on the hearth in order to look a touch taller...
Lunch was delicious and very nicely presented, tempting my appetite back into full force (I've been oddly -- and very unusually, for me -- off my food this week). We had a meze platter to start with; toasted pitta bread, roasted vegetables, marinated olives and feta, with hummous and tzatziki dips.
Then Paul had what looked like a very tempting fish pie, with bread and butter -- served on a chunk of wood:

And I, after much dithering, had the thai red vegetable curry, which was
lovely and creamy and mildly spicy:

We finished off by managing to order pudding
just before the kitchen closed, at five to four. Our pudding tastes tend to be predictable; I had the chocolate fudge brownie cake, with very good vanilla ice-cream, and he had the bakewell tart.
This repast was washed down with a bottle of very decent white wine, a
greco which I've forgotton the full name of...
One day, I hope to be living the true writerly life and enjoy lunches like this on a frequent basis. At my editor's expense. ;-)