My immediate dining neighbour (Maureen, I've mentioned her before) had Bailey's cheesecake for dessert.
Ste, E and me (grammatically incorrect but nevertheless pleasing) decided we were already stuffed.
Maureen left about a 1/3 and we polished it off like vultures.
More like a mousse on a biscuit (cookie) base than a proper cheesecake, but yummy all the same.
The John to Dad's right took a look at the menu, and at the Specials Board and asked the waitress if he could have a Banana Split instead. She should have told him to bugger off, but instead they came back with the best they could manage. Excellent service. Mum always said he was a tricky bugger though
