Yesterday was a pilgrimage... to London’s Mayfair, to The Guinea, (nightingale singing), to meet a couple of reprobates from the old ad agency... to taste again what must be the best steak and mushroom pie in the world!
Arrived early at the station. Alas!... an express train had broken down in the tunnel. No trains could run south over the huge ancient two-track viaduct. I went north two stops to get a southbound train taking me through places I’d never been. Amazingly, I arrived exactly on time.
Two sunny hours of lively banter, pints of ale... and pies!
Depieghtful!🥧🥧🥧
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
The Guinea Grill!!! Pies Pies and Pies.
Such a shame, I circled to vegetarianism!
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Just checked the menu, Verity, (as you may also have done yourself🤔) and there is a vegetarian pie option which I wouldn’t mind betting is pretty special and well worth the trip across the Atlantic. But if you’re actually vegan, then they seem to draw the line at that, and if I were you, I’d save the air fare!
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
I don't think I can manage being vegan for the love of desserts!
I'll go with your option!
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
See you there then. The pie’s on me and a pint or two of Young’s Best. They’ll both be good for your soul! (and I'll throw in a dessert too.... the crême brûlée’s pretty damn good)
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Now you're talking, crême brûlée!!
But I'm truly going to hate another trip to Tusk Filler's.
Christopher over 2 years ago
Nice. I wish you'd do a drabble series about the inner workings of the advertising industry. It's always fascinated me and I think you could write a cracking good fictional story based on some of your own experiences. Just a thought.
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Thanks Christopher. That does sound like a good idea; thanks for the prompt! It would have to be the ‘good old days’ of the ad industry though, as these days they all work too hard and take it a bit too seriously. In my day there were lots of client jollies and long lunches going through the card. And there was my poetry drawer...