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Showing posts with label greasy spoon cafe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label greasy spoon cafe. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 March 2014

No Comment For Trip Advisor



This morning we check out of our seedy hotel and head off for another greasy spoon breakfast, trying a place across the road from where we ate yesterday.

There was an awful lot we could have whinged about as regards the hotel room had we been avid Trip Advisor users but life’s too short. It was cheap and it had a bed, job done.

We head for our train home but first have a beer at a new Fullers pub that resides inside Kings Cross station.

Back home, we are reunited with the dogs who claim to have missed us but I’m not too sure. We don’t get much time to bond with Daughter, as she heads back to Sheffield but we do get chance to contribute to her application to continue her studies by doing a Master degree at Manchester University. The application is sent now, breathe bated as await the outcome.

(Sunday 16th March)

Monday, 17 October 2011

In Search Of The Greasy Spoon

Thwarted for chips last night, we depart Cwmbran this morning and look for a greasy spoon cafe for breakfast. Well actually in the end we look for something a bit more highbrow and head for Ross on Wye, which sounds like it might be a bit posh or is that Hay On Wye? Once there, Ross not Hay, we find a nice little cafe but the breakfast still has all the hallmarks of greasy spoonism, so I guess that’s a result on all fronts.

They’ve predicted a cold snap and maybe they’re right for once because at home the heating comes on, all on its own. So it must be cold. I hope it’s not been doing that while we’ve been away. I give it a right lecture on the price of gas and eventually it goes off again in shame.

I have a committee meeting tonight which I’m not looking for to. The arguments have carried on spasmodically via email ever since the last meeting and predictably they are soon back at full throttle once the meeting commences. It all culminates with one of the argumentees walking out with less than half an hour on the clock. It doesn’t get any more exciting than this at the dog club. Funnily enough once they’ve gone everything continues apace, we get loads covered and finish on time at 9pm for the first time in the year I’ve been on the committee. Way to go.

(Monday 17th October)