Well the last Blog Post weaved its way between eating and fighting. It tried to explain 'Trial by Combat' and mentioned the lovely food, surroundings and people at the astonishingly good 'Mumbai Lounge' in York.
I really don't know how to top that Blog Post, especially as I do like to try create some kind of link between Posts. I suppose that I will have to thrill you with the delights of our Second Christmas Day. I found out that one of my really good friends had not had a Christmas Dinner since 2003. Well that certainly threw the gauntlet down. I mean, Christmas Dinner; it's the highlight of the year, ain't it? So the two professional drinkers were invited over to yours truly. Good news for me and them of course, but not so good news for Mrs B. Mainly because it meant one thing and one thing only. Seriously hard work for Mrs B at the wrong time of the year. Now don't get me wrong, Mrs B was well up for it, but I still felt a tad guilty.
Mrs B went off on one of her hunting trips to the local supermarket and managed to catch herself a turkey! Wow, it's March, I was well impressed. But not half as impressed as I was when she rustled up home made mince pies with puff pastry. I mean, come on give me a break. This is Mrs B and not Nigella, and Mrs B doesn't do baking. It's not that she can't, it's simply that she doesn't. I was well impressed, nearly as impressive as the fine wine and cheeses from Ultracomida in Pier Street, Aberystwyth, that were bought to compliment the meal. I get the credit for that hunting trip, and you will get an awful lot of credit if you ever book a table for your lady and you to enjoy the fine evening dining at Ultracomida. A bit like a Christmas Dinner cooked by Mrs. B, a treat not to be missed.
So there we were post Christmas Dinner number 2, rolling around like a gaggle of stuffed turkeys, when out popped the presents. Now Mrs B and I thought that we had come up trumps buying our guests some nice treats for mid March. But what we didn't anticipate is that they would also buy me a gift.
Not any old gift mind you, but 'Rifleman - A Front Line Life' by Victor Gregg with Rick Stroud. Good effort, and a very good read. 100 pages in no time and the fight was in the dog. A truly remarkable tale of a life time of adventure. Not my usual 'heroics' book, but a book involving a hero nevertheless. I never knew that I was going to be happy (if that's the right word, but I hope that you know what I mean in the context of this Blog Post) one day that the Allies bombed Dresden. The bombing has always struck me as 'bad form' a bit like the incineration that went on in Japan before the two atomic bombs were dropped to show the Russians what the Allies had. But if we hadn't bombed Dresden, then Victor Gregg would have been shot by the Germans. You will have to read the book to find out the how and the why.
Meanwhile, Mrs. B Christmas Dinner. Twice a year, only very good friends can book. Astonishing food, astonishingly good service and great company.
Ultracomida, Aberystwyth is open most days and a few evenings a week. The communal tables may take a bit getting used to, but the food is lovely.
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