Quiet of late I know, but autumn has finally arrived and that is when I get really moody and introspective like someone famous like that. Also, I’ve not been in London for a series of weekends so it’s tricky to tackle the quest when I’m not here. Still, it’s hardly fair to deprive you of my fascinating musings so here I go: The clouds, the wind. The leaves on the ground. The lint in my pocket. And what’s that? It’s a Wine Gum! Ace!
I did go to Plymouth with Mrs Del Monte, Horse and Filly for a thoroughly delightful weekend of doing very little but dispensing the wittiest of banter and being generally handsome and bearded. The culinary highlight was an absolute blinder of fish and chips at Rockfish (http://www.therockfish.co.uk/) as an act of protest, a delicious GET BENT to a rancid Portuguese foreigner who’s been talking smack about Mrs Queen’s favourite country (Great England).
Rockfish (great name for a restaurant and a band) does a great line in fish and chips. Haddock and chips for Charlie and for the 8 seconds I spent with it, I was very emotional. Why do these affairs always have to end so soon? Horse had grilled mackerel which looked awesome and the ladies had something breaded … I want to say monkfish, but I don’t think that’s a real thing is it? There’s something enormously satisfying about battered haddock when the batter compresses and crunches at the same time. I can’t describe the sensation accurately. I’ll have to eat a lot more for research. Thumbs up for RockFish. Dirty RockFish.
I was also taken to the National Marine Aquarium which had jellyfish and sharks (tick) but not a single marine (cross).