To the National Liberal Club yesterday for lunch with a former work colleague. I seldom get to the Club, despite paying my, in retrospect, quite reasonable annual subscription. In fact, there have been years when I've spent more time in reciprocal clubs overseas than in my own, but it is one of my very few indulgences (other than travel, of course!).
So it was a pleasure to have a guest for lunch. A calvados to get the digestive juices flowing was a fine lead into the pork and goose rillette with pickled vegetables. The main course, for me the sirloin steak, for my guest the ragout of hare, was accompanied by a very pleasant bottle of shiraz, and with the cheeseboard, port and coffee to follow, we finally finished our meal at 4.15, having spent a leisurely three and a quarter hours over it.
Obviously, it made perfect sense to retire to the bar for brandy and more pleasant conversation before I escorted her to Charing Cross to catch her train at 7.22 p.m.
All in all, a thoroughly sybaritic experience and one that I really must repeat at some point in the future...
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