I don't think I've ever looked at a menu with less idea of what the dishes might actually be like. Especially dishes called YE BEG WOT and DEREK TIBS. Luckily Anna had been before and was able to provide guidance. I certainly wouldn't have ordered anything involving aubergine off my own bat.
I was a little sad to be going out on Shrove Tuesday and thus missing my annual opportunity to spend the evening stuffing myself silly with sugar and lemon-drenched pancakes. (It somehow doesn't feel right to have a supper consisting entirely of pudding on any other night.)
By happy accident, though, the meal I'd picked more or less at random turned out to be served on a large pancake, with which I was instructed by the gorgeous waitress to scoop up the lamb and chickpea stew.
My companions were jealous and my pancake was thick, lemony and so enormous I couldn't finish it. I didn't even touch the spare auxiliary pancake which had been provided rolled up at the side of my plate, but it didn't go to waste: I had drunk enough Australian chardonnay by this point to expound upon its tactile similarity to a willy.