Tuesday 16 July was wet and wintry so there were not many out and about and even fewer willing to make the trip to this place hidden in Brookfield Place. Yet the grimness outside was not continued within.
|Does no-one bring the chairs in when it rains?|
|Cosy din looking in|
|Cosy den looking out|
|Not even halfway through this menu; I think I need a drink to keep going|
|The new gold standard by which all other servings of olives will be judged|