NOW before you start..get your heads out of the gutter, I’m talking about going for a meal.
Me and Mark I believe are the champions at a quick meal. We’re not the sort who like to peruse a wine list for days, wondering what is the best bottle we can select at the most inoffensive price.
We both tend to know after reading a menu for about two minutes what we’re having, and there’s no list needed to pick the house wine or a Diet Coke.
I believe we may have hit a record today though with the Griffin’s Head in Papplewick. They happen to do the best Sunday roast, with the most monstrous Yorkshire puddings, that there’s no question where we’re going to pop while Erin’s with her grandparents.
After booking a table last minute (and promising we’d be out of their hair by 1pm) we arrived at 12.05pm. By 12.34pm we were back in the car and on our way home - and yes, before you ask, we did pay! In fact we queued at the bar to pay for a few minutes, which I’m not sure we should really account in our record breaking meal time, as that was out of our control.
Some would regard this as unsociable, or maybe even a little odd, but as much as we like going out for a meal - we don’t like to make a ‘big meal’ of it so to speak.
When we’re with friends it’s a bit different. Going out for a meal is a chance to catch up, and we’re probably one of those tables that is in situ all evening. But we see each other all the time, we have no need to catch up!
I challenge anyone to beat a 29 minute turnaround. On your marks, get ready..eat!
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