Jesus Wept
Earlier today (although now technically yesterday), we hosted The Mums for a Late Lunch. They were kind enough to review it on their site, but we've been kind enough to reproduce it, word for word, here.
Lunch At The Lounge
Near the Pleasance Courtyard, 16:30.
Myself and my companion arrived at the venue unsure of what to expect. We both had a light sweat on and had been making ribald conversation about sausages. The performers had previously proved themselves to be excellent (though eccentric) company, however their culinary skills were, to us, a dark unexplored country promising the potential for pain and embarrassment (like Slovakia). How wrong we were proved to be. From being greeted at the door by the supremely fragrant Sharon to the very end (and the end is very...) it was a triumph of taste, skill and, I am sad to say, decency.
The sexual tension on our entry was electric, however soon enough the appliance was switched off and the serious business of eating began. The meal kicked off with a great many well laid out Doritos and Tortilla Chips. These we tucked into with Great Gusto. Unfortunately he was to leave shortly after, his conjuring act beginning, as it does, at five o’clock. The starter consisted of some white stuff with avocado and tomato (sourced from Poland). I genuinely have no idea what the hell it was but I pronounce it "superb". My companion suggested goats cheese, but then he has always had an odd odour about him.
The main course, God be praised, featured sausages. Toad in the hole at this point. The main course was also excellent. It was accompanied by a spicy rice affair and sweetcorn done to a turn. Onion gravy provided a note of both onions and gravy, and I can think of no greater praise.
Dessert was no mere trifle. It was a triumph of the trifling arts. It was, and I use this word advisedly, a mouthgasm.
Throughout the hostessing was of the highest possible order. Offers of marriage were renewed and not before time, a hot tumble ensued, this seemed, for once, to facilitate the drying of trousers.
In short: Breathtaking. In long: We were left short of breath. We cannot iterate quite how strongly we advise you to turn up at their house AT ANY TIME OF DAY OR NIGHT and demand food, access to the spin dryer and chat. Simply apply to wewantobothercomedylounge@nicemum.com for the full address.
Lunch At The Lounge
Near the Pleasance Courtyard, 16:30.
Myself and my companion arrived at the venue unsure of what to expect. We both had a light sweat on and had been making ribald conversation about sausages. The performers had previously proved themselves to be excellent (though eccentric) company, however their culinary skills were, to us, a dark unexplored country promising the potential for pain and embarrassment (like Slovakia). How wrong we were proved to be. From being greeted at the door by the supremely fragrant Sharon to the very end (and the end is very...) it was a triumph of taste, skill and, I am sad to say, decency.
The sexual tension on our entry was electric, however soon enough the appliance was switched off and the serious business of eating began. The meal kicked off with a great many well laid out Doritos and Tortilla Chips. These we tucked into with Great Gusto. Unfortunately he was to leave shortly after, his conjuring act beginning, as it does, at five o’clock. The starter consisted of some white stuff with avocado and tomato (sourced from Poland). I genuinely have no idea what the hell it was but I pronounce it "superb". My companion suggested goats cheese, but then he has always had an odd odour about him.
The main course, God be praised, featured sausages. Toad in the hole at this point. The main course was also excellent. It was accompanied by a spicy rice affair and sweetcorn done to a turn. Onion gravy provided a note of both onions and gravy, and I can think of no greater praise.
Dessert was no mere trifle. It was a triumph of the trifling arts. It was, and I use this word advisedly, a mouthgasm.
Throughout the hostessing was of the highest possible order. Offers of marriage were renewed and not before time, a hot tumble ensued, this seemed, for once, to facilitate the drying of trousers.
In short: Breathtaking. In long: We were left short of breath. We cannot iterate quite how strongly we advise you to turn up at their house AT ANY TIME OF DAY OR NIGHT and demand food, access to the spin dryer and chat. Simply apply to wewantobothercomedylounge@nicemum.com for the full address.
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