It is days like today (read last week!) when I feel genuinely sad for vegetarians. It feels like they live a sort of weird half life where they can never experience total happiness because they will never eat a Tomahawk steak from The Josper Grill at The Malmaison, Manchester.
Sweet Jesus, it was gorgeous. Best steak I have ever had. EVER.
We were there to celebrate me ma’s 70th birthday and it was a top choice. Nothing has been too much trouble. So far the only blot on this particular copy book is the fact that we had to wait for an additional champagne flute- I’ve filed this away on a box marked ‘First world problems’.