Bigbro's foray into the scary world of blogging
... leads to much more than you'd expect. With Stan here to babysit, Sinéad and I were almost thrown out of the house on orders to have a good time while he took care of the small child. Deciding, as I am wan to do, that I fancied some kind of Oriental cuisine, I thought it would be a superb opportunity to sample the delights of abacus - a new(ish) Asian food venue that I've been promising to try out for months now. Sinéad and I were certainly not disappointed. The staff were excellent, the food was more than satisfactory and I'm certainly going to go there again. As a complete non-vegetarian, I had a superb starter of shredded chili beef strips, followed by a Thai Green Curry (Chicken) - which was a little mild for my tastes, though marked as mild in the menu so I can't complain. Sinéad pointed out that her usual complaint as a picky eater (sorry - vegetarian) is that there's not enough choice - but this place provided a whole separate section of veggie options - and thus almost provided too much choice for those of the normal vegetarian variety or the picky eater pursuasian. She had some fried seaweed (which was very tasty - I tried some) followed by a main course of Tofu Terriaki. It was a good as tofu gets, to be honest. I thought it was largely a waste of good terriaki sauce on what could have been some delicious chicken, or some honey glazed pork - but I guess for a tofu dish it was pretty good ;-)
After two hours of eating very good food, rather than go home, we decided to sample the delights of some Bradfordian comedy at the Alhambra. Dan Evans, an old friend who used to run the comedy cupboard at the Boat Race, was performing there and true to form made us laugh and groan in equal measure.
What should have happened is that we should have headed for home straight after that, but alas and alack (not really sure how to write that) we were co-erced into going for a swift half by Dan, Ben and Kevin, the trio largely responsible for the comedic antics of the evening (though I will admit that some credit must be attributed to the blonde lady who stated she was a low class lady of ill repute and the random bloke who clearly shared Ben's intense dislike for some arbitrary furniture shop in the local area.)
Through experimental process, we have determined that it's not easy to have a quiet drink on a Friday evening in Bradford - though it appears to be relatively easy to have rather a large number of loud ones.
But now - bed. nightol...
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