Goodness me how I've grown since last week! And I only wish it was as a person, rather than in person. Had a delightful weekend in York with Husband#1 - and yes, I missed the gals hugely, but as we've had different holidays, we won't get any sleep ins this week so a couple of nights and days with no routine was needed. Sleep? Have some. Want to eat? Do it. Don't want to eat? Who cares. Even the T.V. watching was kept to a minimum as we read whenever we liked. What a treat getting to the end of a whole paragraph's worth of sentences without being interrupted. And who better than to read than Adrian Mole? Deep, meaningful and at times, hilarious. I do believe Husband#1 must have known Sue Townsend when younger, as surely she couldn't have used anyone else as her muse? Even if he was only three when it was written (or similar).
So it started on Saturday when we found our way, without desperate phone calls, to the Blue Rooms - which are at the centre of York and lovely. A new little, Korean restaurant, called Obishi, has opened up just next door so we went in - how cute. It is like a bedsit, with about 16 seats on various tables and a kitchen at the back. The food was a treat as well. We've never eaten Korean before, but I'd go again. Just the right amount of spice and the octopus that Husband#1 had was absolutely beautiful. I could have had more, but as was pointed out, we were eating out again that evening and had fancied tasting something in the market...
So on we walked into town and one new dress later, we had German wurst - mine hot and smoky - in the market. I was good, though and used the bread only as a holder. For tea we went to The Whippet Inn. We were a little early and - shock! - had to sit in the bar for a drink! It's been a while. The starters were delicious. Squid and scallops, perfectly cooked, both dishes. I was disappointed with my vegetarian pie for the main course as it was a little dry - as if kept warm for a little too long. The pastry just crumbled when I tried to get it on the fork, which was a shame as well. It did taste good, though. Husband#1 was in heaven with his haloumi and aubergine platter - which looked like a piece of Jackson Pollack artwork, I have to say. We decided to be good and had a layer of Milk Tray for pudding back in the apartment.
The next day we lunched at Loch Fynes, which was lovely - with a view of the river Foss and a beautifully fruity glass of white wine which reminded me of summer. For tea we went to the Blue Bicycle and what a treat. Scallops for both of us as starters, mine with an Indian twist. Excellent. And then, steak for Husband#1 and cod with beef cheeks for me followed by a lovely assiette of puddings to share. One thing: why on earth do people insist on spoiling food with rhubarb?
So, four restaurants, one street food experience and two fried breakfasts later, here I am, fatter than ever and buckling the legs of the chair as I type.
Good to be home, however, Biggie and Little Biggie keeping us on our toes as ever. Back to cooking this week, though nothing too testing. Friday will bring a trip to the fish market in Leeds so looking forward to whatever that leads to!
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