Dessert.
Again, traditional Christmas pud for them, cheese board for me.
Crackers dry as old whatsits, but at least the proportion of cheese to biscuits worked for me this time.
I complained at the end about the poor service. Not about the food, although I expected better, just our waiter, having been a waitress myself.
Just as we were about to get some money off, Mum stormed off "We have a taxi waiting you know" and didn't talk to me all the way home.
Ahhhh, Christmas.
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