Tess and I were invited by Pieroth wine to taste their new Summer wines, tasting is great but when we realised it was on a short cruise on the River Aire we couldn’t resist. Sun just about shining, we set off and chugged on down the Aire, I never knew there were so many lovely apartments overlooking the river. Anyway lets talk wine, once we had explained our likes and dislikes, Andy and Octavia were very helpful and with plenty of tasters on offer we were soon well on the way to chosing a few for the cellar!!! knowing us they will not last that long…
Purchases made by all, we thanked our hosts and left… a little tipsy I might add. Phil and Julie showed us how quick and easy it was to get back into Leeds city centre from the Royal Armories, we walked passed shops and restaurants that I never knew were there…I do need to get out more!!!!! Especially as I spied a Champagne bar with lovely comfy sofas…
We decided to have a swift drink at Anthony’s in the Corn Exchange and buy some nibbles, cheeses, meats and muffins and returned to ours for the ultimate Tapa’s…special mention must go to Phil and Julie’s homemade contribution of Porchetta which was fabulous! We nibbled and watched England beat Pakistan in the WT20 cricket, a real red letter day so much so that 1 of our party had a kip in the conservatory…
Signing off…D,G and Tony….
Hot on the heels of Pat and Tony’s orgasmic molluscs in deepest ‘fax, I thought I’d share this poem I found in the latest Rick Stein book.
It beautifully ties together the sensuality of eating mussels with your fingers and the appropriately timed notion of eating as a form of worship (I think).
I pour on wine; it seems they beg for more
The beaked shells yearning wide as if in song –
Yet dumb – and lewdly lolling parrot tongues.
Cream licks the back of a spoon and drawls a slur
Of unctious benediction for this feast.
We smooth our cassocks; bow our heads; and eat.
It’s been years since we’ve had fish and chips from Harry Ramsdens, so when we were passing on Tuesday we turned around on the spur of the moment and it was table for two please.
Turned out it was two for one midweek (we didn’t realise) so it was two large haddock and chips including mushy peas, bread and butter and a pot of Yorkshire’s finest tea. So it turned out to be a bargain somewhat at the whole lunch only costing £12.
The verdict was that Harry Ramsdens’s hasn’t lost it’s touch even if the fish and chips dining in experience does leave one feeling like a retired couple on a day out – no offence to retired couples of course, there were plenty of them in the restaurant when we were there and good luck to them.
All in all, a very nice lunchtime experience – we’d recommend it if you’re passing and remember it’s two for one midweek which is a proper bargain.
I’ve been working in North Leeds for over 5 years.
I travel up and down Roundhay Road which has more than its fair share of takeaway establishments – pretty much every other shop is either kebab, curry or more exotically, Persian.
Anyway, there’s this shabby looking shop called Charcoal Chicken that pumps charcoal grill smoke out of enormous chimneys that if I’m honest smells pretty good. Except every night I passed it I never stopped.
A couple of weeks ago after a pretty long day having skipped lunch and feeling particularly famished, I succumbed and called in and quickly worked out the half chicken meal looked a good bet.
it’s basically chilli marinated chicken cooked on a charcoal grill and boy it was good! I’m hoping I don’t bump into Hugh asking about the free range provenance of the product…
Writing this, I’m really not sure if this gaff has a place on the Troffers blog, but do you know what? I think it should be there. Good, honest, cheap and simple food.