There's a pub-restaurant
on the A19 just outside of York. Last year, we stopped there. We shared the 'Ultimate Combo For Two', "Breaded torpedo prawns, onion rings, garlic ciabatta, jacket potato wedges, chicken wings and garlic breaded mushrooms. Plus nachos topped with cheese and salsa served with BBQ, blue cheese and sour cream dips.. That was never for just two people though, surely not.

Only I had a main course, "Roasted chicken breast topped with grilled bacon, BBQ sauce and melted cheese. With chips and peas."

By then I was pretty much stuffed. But I promised my wife and daughter that I would get the star pudding, Millionaire's Candymania. This is listed as "The ultimate chocolate fest! Chocolate caramel shortbread pieces, four scoops of vanilla ice cream, four scoops of chocolate ice cream, toffee sauce, Mars Planets,® Chocolate M&M's,® 2 Twix® fingers and sugar curls all topped with cream.".

A few minutes later, the waitress brought it over. It was served in a dish that I could probably have fit my head into. I did manage about two-thirds, and my wife and daughter finished the rest.

I could barely walk and I reckon I was a wafer-thin mint away from exploding. Never again.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Tue 19 Apr 2011, 16:40, 4 replies)

I am going to York next month
I must try the ultimate combo for two (for myself) so please divulge the name of the pub-restaurant if you would be so kind!
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Tue 19 Apr 2011, 17:45, closed)

riverside farm
Just as you leave York and before you get to Skelton.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Tue 19 Apr 2011, 17:56, closed)

Reminds me of a the time I won a weekend away in a posh hotel with the former Mr Quar.
Dinner was included so we ate very well indeed, enjoying several rich courses.

When we'd finished eating and probably emptied the kitchen, we were so full that we couldn't climb the magnificent staircase, even by dragging ourselves up the carved marble balustrades.

Luckily I spotted the lift so we used that. Once inside our room we were too full to do anything more than lie groaning on the kingsized bed, listening to the couple next door making disturbing sexual noises. Couldn't even make the effort to find the TV remote to drown them out. Happy days.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 19 Apr 2011, 17:55, closed)

Never again?
Previous form would suggest a degree of fucking blatant lying.
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Wed 20 Apr 2011, 22:22, closed)