Monday, September 07, 2009

Rule Britannia 5

Once we finally arrived in Little Hayfield (we took the long way -- not on purpose), we squeezed out of the car (after a very stressful parking experience involving a lorry, a local driver trying to get out of the one-lane road that had a stone wall on one side and a stone wall on the other side, and SH after five hours of very tense driving), took our luggage up to the room, bypassing the dog in front of the "No Dogs" sign and the water bowl for said dog about 20 feet away, and put on our walking shoes. We are not avid walkers of the British type, but after five hours in a car, stretching our legs seemed like a good idea.

We saw mossy rocks.

And pretty cottages.
Lovely views.

More lovely, overexposed views but the purple stuff is heather and I thought you might want to see it.

And sheep. Lots of sheep.

Do you know what comes with sheep? Sheep poop. It's everywhere. What are they eating?

Then we returned to the Inn, The Lantern Pike Inn, which I heartily recommend, and ate. We had a pate appetizer, a goat cheese salad, and the bream on mashed potatoes. It was delicious. SH said the chef was cheating by using so much butter, but I don't have a problem with butter being used as a flavor enhanced. It works. Why argue with success?

SH also had a well-deserved pint. I had the dessert. Well, we shared one. It came with custard and cream. We had seen cream brought out in a little pitcher for the next table so assumed that was how the custard would arrive as well.
No. The dessert -- an apple and plum crumble -- was drowned in custard. You could barely see the crumble. We asked the waitress if we could have the custard on the side, like the cream. She brought us another plate, this time drowned in a mixture of custard on the left and cream on the right. We finally got it right on the third try. Then I was forced to scrape the pitcher to get the last of the custard. If it had been up to me, I would have taken the first presentation of the dessert because what's not to like about a mixture of eggs, sugar and butter? But SH has a more refined palate.


Lindy said...

Ok...I love you and your blog, but... you sent your dessert back twice!? Think of the money they lost having to throw out all that cream and custard. When in Rome...

class-factotum said...

Lindy, I know! We were tortured. The first time, we debated for two minutes before saying something to the waitress. When she brougt it out the second time, I think she just saw our faces fall. We comforted ourselves with the thought of the strapping young bartender who would probably happily devour both wrong desserts.