I’m not sure what made me happiest: whether it was the food being so incredibly awesome, catching up with an old friend, or sharing food with someone who was just as enthusiastic as I was about our carnivore’s delight menu.
It’s great to catch up with old friends – find out what they’re up to, how they’ve changed (or not), share old jokes and stories.
Sometimes they don’t even have to be real people.
I love the smell of pubs. Not the fancy concrete and stainless steel places but the old public bar with beer-sodden carpet, cracked-vinyl barstools and faint odour of disinfectant.
I love conversation. I’m not talking about the common “How are you?” followed by a litany of ills and/or gossip conversation. I’m talking about conversation that explores big questions.