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M and I went out last night to celebrate having such a big - albeit temporarily - bank balance. Some of the profits of our hard earned labour went on a lovely pub meal and a bottle of prosecco. Sitting in the bar of The Thomas Kemp quaffing a glass full of fizz looking down the street to the sea made all those months of slog seem - almost - worth it.

I had roast loin of pork in a very creamy tarragon sauce with baby new potatoes and salad. M had aubergine parmigiana with salad and fresh french bread. The menu was excellent and I shall certainly be going back there. Having a cream tarragon sauce reminded me of being at college in Cambridge. The French restaurant I worked below (sadly long gone as they skipped town when the tax man caught up with them) did a very similar dish of slow roasted chicken in cream and tarragon. The secret the chef told me was to use veal stock to get a really tasty sauce. Hmmm good memories.

(I also played table ‘hide and seek’ with a lovely blond moppet next to us (called Charlie) throughout our meal. I almost wanted to take him home.)

On Saturday last we finally had a meal at Ethels Kitchen (blogs passim). We had a late veggie breakfast that was one of the best I’ve ever had. Why does tea out of a real bone china cup and saucer just taste better?

I’ve also discovered courtesy of M’s work colleagues an excellent pub near Brighton station - who knew such a thing existed? Two streets away in North Gardens is The Caxton Arms. I haven’t eaten here yet but I’ve been told the food is excellent. Anywhere with Zoffany flock wallpaper that feels like a very nice sitting room is all right by me.

I have been doing more than eating and drinking since I moved to Brighton, honest guv. No, really.

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