Monday, 1 August 2016

A Lunch Date

Last Thursday, the kids went to their summer club so Husband and I decided to take advantage of being child-free and head out for lunch. 

I love going out to eat; it's one of my favourite things to do. Aside from not having to cook and enjoying a break, I love choosing something from a menu, wondering how it will be presented and if it will taste as yummy as it sounds. 

We went to a restaurant that we haven't been to in awhile. The kids love this restaurant, as do I, but Husband had a bad experience with lobster he ordered there so it isn't his first choice eatery. However I really fancied Cajun chicken crepes and, as it is one of the only places in our town to serve them for lunch, Husband reluctantly agreed to go. It must be love!

Husband ordered a pulled pork burger which came with salad and fries and I had my much wanted Cajun chicken crepes. They were worth the wait. The vegetables were so crunchy, I could have happily had just them inside the crepe and if we go back again, I think I'll just order the vegetarian ones. 

I always choose a restaurant based on their pudding menu. Whenever we go out to eat, I favour a pudding over a starter. I'm very much a savoury then sweet person; it just finishes off a delicious meal perfectly. 

My favourite puddings, in no particular order, are Eton mess, creme brûlée and lemon meringue tarts. However I spotted a salted caramel meringue tart which sounded amazing. Husband ordered a chocolate brownie with ice cream. 

This pudding was even better than it looks. I could really taste the salt within the caramel and the meringue was soft and gooey on the inside. The pastry was perfect. I actually struggled to finish it and had to give a bit to Husband. But it was so yummy!

Aside from the delicious food, it was nice to spend some time with Husband. It's very rare that we manage out for lunch or dinner just the two of us and I think it's really important to make time for one another when you have children because your relationship can easily get forgotten about. 

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