Chef's special. A pair of critically acclaimed trainers are served with a beer garden garnish in a strange pub in Chester.

A wee small bit of Charlie lines up with a handful and a 1/2alf of salad stuff. It had some caramalized (ie. burnt) shallots on it. I can tell you it was very tasty but not as tasty as a bowl of kippers' noses.

This is a plate of tinned ravioli on wholemeal toast. It was munched between 2wo bottles of rose wine and the watching of Doctor Who.

You won't find this on the menu. It's burger and chips with curry sauce.

Ncie btis of cikchen are waht tihs is. Wtih a slaad.

Sausage fried, egg fried, and bacon cooked in the George Formby grilling machine frolic sensually on a circular plate along with a circular toastie containing baked beans.

This lamb curry was the first paid for meal to come out of the newly opened kitchen in the Mighty Argyll. I ate it very swiftly because I was Hungary.

Bits of Dolcelatte cheese with mixed leaves understood the inside of my vast stomach and made an uneasy peace with the lamb curry, mackeral and salad plus gallons of wine. It's my fault.

Hey. Just simple but looks and tastes so nice. Just boiled eggs and bacon on mixed leaves with a drizzle of V8 juice as a sauce.