I don't feel 45.
In fact I feel pretty damn good.
My sister and Laura took me off for a birthday lunch. I wasn't told where I was going, but I had an inkling. As it turned out, I was correct. I knew I was in for a serious blowout, because my sister very earnestly told me yesterday that I was not to eat any breakfast. I did as I was told, and boy am I glad I did.
We went to a place in Ashford called the Downtown Diner.
At first glance it doesn't look particularly different from any other restaurant, does it? Apart, that is, from the wall in the outside parking area.
But as soon as one steps inside, it becomes a sea of Americana. This is why they brought me here.
|It's a bit blurry, but the posters behind the bar are Breakfast At Tiffany's on the left and The Wizard Of Oz on the right.|
And the menu contains some amazing items...
|I seriously considered the Spotted Dick, I really did.|
|I AM reading that right, aren't I? A 24-oz steak? Yes.|
|Even the kids' menu had some enticing items.|
|Well, my trip to the salad bar was good... couscous on the bottom, corn, onions, yellow bell pepper, tomatoes, beetroot, and a piece of crusty baguette.|
|This thing is a monster.|
So I manfully waded into this beast like Guy Fieri. It took some doing, but I ate the whole thing. The only thing left on my plate was some cress.
SO my sister, who had obviously planned something because she was talking secretively with the waitresses before we ordered, says "Well, can we squeeze a dessert in?". Of course we can. Who did she think she was talking to?
What did she have?
|Some chocolate ice cream, with a heapin' hoppin' helpin' of whipped cream.|
|Laura went for the Banoffee pie, which was barely visible under its layer of whipped cream and sprinkles.|
|This is what I had - the Knickerbocker Glory. Layers of fruit, jelly and ice cream topped with a mountain of whip and sprinkles. Except when it was brought to me, it looked like this...|
|Happy Birthday to me!|
In other food-related news: I got a shower cap for my birthday. Shaped like a Christmas pudding.
Think I'm kidding?