Mine would be sitting in a really old country pub, the kind with real wooden beams across the ceiling and stuffed animals that were hunted 90 years ago or so and look well aged. This would located in the wilds of Northumberland or The Lake District. It would be evening, dark and pelting down with rain outside and i would have a cosy warm room booked upstairs. I'm sitting in front of the fire with my mum and in front of me, next to my pint of local real ale is a huge plate with a big, fresh and local rump steak, flame grilled and medium rare. Sharing the plate is a big jacket potato with nothing but real dairy butter and cracked black pepper on it and a heap of onion rings. Depending on my mood, maybe a simple green salad would be there too. A little gravy boat of pepper or brandy sauce would be nestled next to the steak on the side of the plate.
To finish, home made bread and butter pudding with clotted cream ice cream and a single malt waiting to wash it all down...ahh, i'm there.
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