Waiters’ Race @ Reims part5

The race of the race was fast approaching. All the qualifying heats were over, and through them, the final six were chosen.

The finalists were warming themselves up and steadying their nerve…

 

Then, they lined themselves up at a starting line…

 

However, a mishap happened. Could this be some sort of omen? What kind of race will this be, we wondered…

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Waiters’ Race @ Reims part4

The competition was getting more serious as the qualifying progressed. The race was no longer a display of happy comradeship between the fellow garçons but naked personal ambition between the men / women with trays and aprons.

Behold the dead heat!

They were almost on the verge of trotting just before crossing a (imaginary) finishing line. We weren’t sure which one came first in the end because it was such a close finish…

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Water baby!

Bella nearly had another skinny-dipping at Granary Square, King’s Cross last Sunday…

She was itching to dive into the mini-fountains. However, the weather was not as warm as the day we visited the Royal Academy. Therefore, she was only allowed to dip her front paws…

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Sunday roast at Eagle N1

What a difference a mere week makes!  

The temperature felt like it had stepped back to the March’s and I ended up donning my oversized Uniqlo fleece jacket all last week. To make the matter worse, the work on my walk-in shower room ran on much longer and while the builders were working in there, they preferred to have the space well ventilated. Therefore, the French doors had to be kept wide-open despite plunging temperature and infrequent rain which left my flat very draughty. Time to time, there was a moment I just hated all the noise, the smell and the dust. Especially the dust, it went everywhere. I wouldn’t know how I could have dealt with them if I didn’t have well supplied Pledge’s Fluffy Dusters. 

Anyway, the end is in sight at last. Once a broken macerator is replaced tomorrow morning, my brand new shower room will be up and running. And the first person to enjoy it will be Mr.B. He might not welcome it but the matter is very urgent because his coat has lost its lustre for quite sometime.

It’s Sumday and the sun is shining…

Hubbie had been snowed under with designing e-book for a poet this weekend. ‘Sorry for being holed up’, he apologised. Oh well, how could I get annoyed with him since he was earning the dough. So I suggested Sunday roast at our pub. The idea cheered him up greatly and once the clock hit 2 o’clock, we headed to our local pub. 

The first pub, William IV, we tried didn’t have Sunday roast. ‘Sorry guys. Our chef left recently and we haven’t found a replacement yet’. What a shame. So we walked to another pub at the opposite end of the street. 

Please bring my roast chicken soon because I am STARVING…

There are a few pubs named “The Eagle” in London. However, this is the only pub whose name is included in a nursery rhyme: Up and down the City road, in and out The Eagle. That’s the way the money goes. Pop goes the weasel… The actual pub stands next to Shoreditch Police Station and therefore here must be a waterhole for local bobbies too?

Yippee, my Sunday feast!!

Behold my roast Shropshire half chicken, gingerbread stuffing and chicken gravy!  Hubbie had roast pork loin with red wine jus. Both dishes were accompanied by Yorkshire puddings, roast potatoes and cooked greens. The chicken was very moist and tender. The stuffing was tasty and the vegs were done perfectly. It was 10/10.
When we left the pub, we noticed the sun had definitely took the edge off from the chilly weather we had been experiencing since last Monday. Let’s hope the weather will continue to improve and we can ditch coats and bomber jackets for good…

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Lazy Sunday Nosh…

Hubbie came back from his China trip last Friday.
Together with a customary pile of dirty laundry, he also brought back a cold. Oh what a duty-free to pick up, I moaned. So far, I am still holding it off. Maybe the cold I have just shaken off, is also helping me to generate some antibody? I seriously hope so…

Anyway, last Sunday was decidedly a lazy affair. Apart from going out for a film in the afternoon, nothing was planned. While I was sipping a cup of tea, sporting an accidental Harry Style-like coif and browsing a blogosphere with my new iPad Air, Hubbie suggested, ‘Do you fancy Sunday roast at The Eagle?’ Oh yes, pleeeeeease! We hadn’t been there for a while, had we?

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What shall we drink? Then I saw an electric soup tureen marked as “Warm Spiced Cider”. Mmmm…, that sounds interesting. So we ordered two glasses of warm cider and for lunch, we opted for roast pork.
With our glasses in our hands, we settled into one of well-padded leather benches…

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The warm cider tasted interesting…

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It was not full-bodied as mulled wine but with a strong hint of wintery spice, it made the beverage very moreish.
Shortly afterward, steaming plates of roast were brought out to our table…

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Apart from a crackling which I found too tough to handle, the pork was very scrumptious. Underneath the Yorkshire pudding, there was a generous serving of roast pork bathing in the gravy. It was a joy to mop up this meaty juice with Yorkshire pudding and roast potatoes.

For pudding, we decided to have them at the Barbican Centre…

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At their ground floor cafe, we were spoiled by choice…

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Therefore, my index finger took quite a while until it pointed at a slice of cheese cake finally…

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With a mug of skinny latte, we took up the seatings by the window.
The scene outside looked distinctly autumn-like…

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‘Let’s hope there will be no more firework tonight for Mr.B’s sake’, Hubbie remarked. Sipping my latte slowly, I nodded in full agreement…

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