Having checked in the first issue was getting the WiFi fired up, and there seemed to be an issue that required a bit of up and down to Reception to check. That mightn’t have been the smartest option because after we’d got ourselves online I glanced at the email before making the phone call we hoped would get us into a highly rated Italian eatery called Da Angelo. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to get a table until eight and Madam was hungry.
The fall back involved a brisk walk down to the fish restaurants on the waterfront, where we looked at The Drunken Admiral before we opted for Mures Upstairs instead. I was totally happy with a bottle of Kate Hill Riesling and a prawn and scallop risotto while Madam made further reductions in the stock of Atlantic Salmon.
We wandered back to the Fountainside, where I made an investigatory phone call, chasing up an old acquaintance I hadn’t seen for forty years. As it turned out I’d found the right number, The Fleck was looking at a day off tomorrow, and was still partial to a cleansing ale.
The venue for an ale or three turned out to be The Republic, the pub we’d been pointed towards back on Friday. It proved to be a class establishment, and a subsequent look at the menu and the wine list contains a number of interesting by the glass options, so I reckon we’ll be back.
As it was, I’d managed to deliver an interesting snippet that got a couple of hours’ reminiscence and musical discussion up and running, and I was a happy camper when I decanted myself into the Fountainside just before midnight, with absolutely no need for a bedtime visit to Clochemerle.