Glorious world! I moved to my new apartment last weekend and my new local pub is everything a girl could ask for. I've been every day since I moved in.
Day 1: Moving Day itself. Overwhelmed by boxes, weary from heavy lifting and swirling emotions, damp from the rainstorm, Mary Elizabeth and I tucked into a snug table, drank pints of Guinness and ate crispy, hot fish & chips (generously hosed with malt vinegar) amidst a buzzing Friday night crowd. The waiter flirted with us, the food was excellent and a cutie on the tv won a gold medal in wrestling. Bliss.
Day 2: Cordless drills and paintbrushes. While my tireless, made-of-gold brother painted and hung shelving and heavy mirrors, his Michele and I purchased and assembled IKEA puzzlers. By 7pm we were ready to demolish a bottle of bubbly; by 8pm we had showered and settled into a table at the local. The daily specials are renowned, so we all ordered horseradish-crusted beef tenderloin with veg and rosti. Salutary; enriching; life-giving. The flirty waiter took one look at me and simply asked, "Guinness?". Bliss.
Day 3: Hitting the unpacking plateau. I can live in the place as it is, without all those last boxes unpacked, so I'm out and about. Matt came by to collect all my now-empty boxes (he's moving next weekend, love the circle of box life). We had a wander then perched on the patio at the local for another set of Guinness. No food; it didn't matter.
Day 4: Monday, getting home late from work...and I still haven't bought groceries. The only solution? A drink and a light supper at the local. Another special du jour: expertly seared trout with an iceberg-watermelon-bocconcini salad swimming in excellent lemon-poppyseed dressing. How perfect? My already-limited home cooking may be about to suffer another blow. How can I cook when there is such good food, drink and company a mere block away?
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Oh how I look forward to each new installment of "Eating My Words"! Ah, you've found your local - and the waiter knows what you drink and is a bit of a flirt? You've got it made, The Girl! As luck would have it, I have been to your local + been treated by a freshly-moved-in chef of some repute, and had the best time ever!
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