Last night we met up with friends for a meal in a local pub.
There were ten of us in total and, as the pub was strangely empty for a Sunday evening in the run up to Christmas, we had the restaurant section almost to ourselves.
We visit this pub quite often and have tried most of the dishes on the usual menu so I decided to choose something from the "Specials" board.
Lamb shank sounded good so I ordered that.
My goodness it was HUGE! It must have come from a dinosaur rather than a lamb.
I made a valiant effort but had to leave a third of it. I am still full now.
While we were out it seems Elfie was making himself at home, watching TV and polishing off P's bag of tortilla chips.