Never in the field of human consumption was so much piled upon one plate for one person i.e. me, up at the gastronomic corner of Club Derrig.
Now that's what I call a feast, and no mash to boot! Spuds-a-plenty, gravy, meaty stuff, and yorkie puds.
Eat your own heart out. I nearly did.
Eat your own heart out. I nearly did.
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