As our boys are at the grandparents, hubby and I were able to enjoy an evening out alone. His choice, not mine, a traditional, British restaurant ( insofar as you can have a 'traditional, British restaurant' in Canada). I had to post this particular experience to portray to you, my dear blog readers, how unBritish I know that I am.
I could not, cannot and will ever not (not a writer, I told you) abide most of the decor choices in this place. I know, I know, it's a restaurant, you say. The Brits don't really decorate their homes like they do their pubs and restaurants. Good thing!
(to all my wonderful Scottish family, you are not included from the phrase "Brits")
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