African spiced butternut and lentil; they rustled up a chicken and bacon risotto; then, just as we had all decided there was no room for pud, DP remembered it was session night.Hot foot down to The Brandling Villa for trad music. A sturdy old pub "under new management" - usually a phrase that fills me with dread, but on this occasion they seem to be getting it right.
Not only do they tolerate, nay, encourage the session but they have live music regularly, real beer, Hoegaarden, illy coffee, a good menu - and fre
sh from the extravaganza that was their sausage festival: The Big Pie Weekend is coming soon. 25 kinds of pie, 30 ales & 25 ciders... A recipe for success? I think so.The session was its usual lively self but of course there was disappointingly no foot-tapping for me at the moment. I think I'm going to need a drum.
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