So good to be back in Sheffield for my first long break since February.
I’d been away so long that the pigeons had got into my flat and made a nest in my sitting room behind the sofa!
Considered an omelette but thought better of it…
What I’d really been waiting for was a decent roast dinner after all that foreign muck.
Tried a new place with the family, The Peacock in Rowsley, Derbyshire.
Need I say more?
The food was brilliant, up there with the Plough in Hathersage, but its a high end place (waiters with white gloves, albeit with holes in) so you pay top whack for it.
Lovely period surroundings and a nice garden.
It was also good to catch up with all my mates. Tim celebrated his birthday with a private party at his restaurant Buca.
The salads were amazing as you can see but the star was the huge slab of roast belly pork he levered out of the oven.
Talk about moist, melt-in-your-mouth meat, oh my God!
Was too busy eating to take pictures of it, sorry.