Well, we missed afternoon tea and biscuits so Alex and I had to make do with fresh avocado, raw tuna (I called it Sushi meaning I really could not be arsed to fry it), tangerines, water melon, a salad of lettuce and tomatoes laced with cream and dill, and thinly sliced filet of beef which Marcia did fry to perfection (like I said, I wasn´t in the frying mood tonight but I did arrange it all artistically on the plate) and the perfect seafoood sauce consisting of salad cream mixed with tomato ketchup, a dash of hot pepper and ground black pepper.
Naturally, there was a lot of juice left on our plates (of blood and citric origin) and watching Alex heave his to his lips and slurp the lot down his throat, I knew he was over his Nitrolingual overdose.
He´s a bit of a lad. But he is Our Lad.
Can´t see that dish on any European menu, can you? But it was great.
Alex thought so.