We had just arrived in London from San Francisco and my son was exhausted and hungry. He was a little grumpy, consequently, and he seemed really against the whole pub concept. He did not understand why Yorkshire pudding was called that if it was really a hollow biscuit. When his roast chicken arrived, he immediately ate the broccoli which looked different from ours, and then he cautiously tore off a piece of the Yorkshire pudding and dipped it in the gravy, He was in love.
I had the Dexter beef and it was really excellent. It was just a very nice first meal in the UK after a long day of travel.
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