Day four of Blogging Every Day in November and today’s subject is food.
Ah, food. One of my favourite things. Have you ever noticed how restaurants tend to… overcomplicate things?
As my friend Jon pointed out on the menu for his work’s christmas do:
“Shoal of Atlantic Prawns Served on Mixed Salad Leaves with our Special Cognac Marie Rose Sauce”
that’ll be prawn cocktail then. Do atlantic prawns come in shoals? What *is* the collective noun for prawns? If memory serves, shrimps come in troups…
Anyhoo. Getting back to the subject at hand.
We were out last night at Salvo’s with some friends where we had a jolly nice meal. We shared a basket of Pane e Olio (assorted bread in a basket with some olive oil and roasted garlic butter), then I went for a chef’s special pizza carne, which came with ham, chorizo, salami and duck.
Duck, on a pizza? Odd, but very nice. There was a *lot* of meat on there though. The duck may have been a carne too much, in retrospect!
My dinner companions were somewhat surprised to discover that in all the many years[1] I’ve lived in Leeds, I’ve never been to Salvo’s. It’s a bit of a Headingley institution. Even K, who’s from waaay darn sarf has been there and, many years ago, used to work there!
So, I’ve finally eaten at Salvo’s. I wonder what other Leeds institutions I’ve been missing for all this time?
Where’s your favourite restaurant? Do you have one? Tell me all about it. What makes it so good?
[1] Twenty four. Crikey. I’ve lived in Leeds/Yorkshire for longer than I ever lived in my home town of Newcastle. I’ll never be a Yorkshireman though, but will always be a Geordie!
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I don’t have a fave restaurant, but I few places I really like to eat. For me, it’s about weather, mood and what activity comes afterwards as well as the food and fabric of the establishment.
A recent find was the Royal Oyster Co in Whitstable on a very warm day, where the food itself was excellent. Sitting outside gazing at the shoreline, it was like being immersed in a painting. Lulled by the chaleur, whispering breeze and riot of colour in the bright sunlight, it was easy to forget we were still in England.
Keep writing Dave – I enjoy them all even if I don’t comment.
Well done on finally making it to Salvos, hopefully you’ll be tempted back in slightly less than a quarter of a decade… 😉