And off to Covent Garden!
Down to Belgo, a subterranean Belgian Restaurant - I took Mum there last year on her post-birthday pre-lumpectomy treat.
Dana was as enthralled and appreciative as she always is and I felt as proud as if I ran the place myself.
Is it pictures of food now?
It is.
I definitely had the best starter, busy as it was. Not a dieters' salad
Warm salad of smoked bacon, shredded duck, eggs & black pudding with garlic croutons and a Dijon mustard dressing
Dana had Croquettes with cheddar, gruyère & Orval beer cheese served with piccalilli & salad garnish. Which I found a little heavy. But then I was patting myself all over in appreciation of my own fine choice.
I honestly cannot remember which beer she had.
Something with a coffee aftertaste - but not actually coffee flavoured of course, the Belgians are serious about their beer. I had Strawberry Fruli (as usual) which is about a foppish as they get. On investigation she probably had a Westmalle Dubbel, as it says it quite clearly on the bottle!.