Embra

Mr B may have found his spiritual home.

Long journey, somewhat stressful afternoon, very odd dinner with water instead of gravy, and a server instead of a hostess.

Later than anticipated, the kids were installed in the hotel and we headed out for a slightly truncated pub crawl in the wrong pub, but then the right pub (with unexpected mice). Hunger arrived on the way home (but beer / meat was closed by then) and we chanced upon the Pakora Bar on (probably) Hanover Street. Friendly staff, super food and they are soon to have a licence and will serve their own beer. And it turns out TallGirl loves pakora. As she rightly pointed out - what's not to like?