Sometimes you find yourself paralysed in the moment, a bit like on Quantum Leap, everything freezes and there are two roads you can go down. You can laugh or you can cry. I had one of those moments tonight, about 90 minutes ago to be precise and I am very pleased to say that I went for the more cheerful option.
Picture this … it’s a Thursday night, it’s minus 2, you are on the bus home after a yoga class, having been on a diet for 2 weeks and literally salivating at the fillet steak you’ve got in the fridge for a super special tea tonight. You reach the front door and search in your bag for your keys ….. searching …. searching ….
No husband with keys for at least 3 hours.
Still wearing yoga kit.
Freezing your arse off.
The fillet steak is sitting in the fridge INSIDE THE LOCKED HOUSE!!!
And that my good friends is when the moment of paralysis hits. Any second the tears could start rolling. The anger could kick in. The sheer injustice of just how crap life can be sometimes.
You do what I did. Take yourself off the the local pub and spend an exorbitant amount of money on food and alcohol (on the joint account obvs – this counts as essentials!).
In this situation I truly believe you should deny yourself nothing. So what if there are hundreds of calories in peppercorn sauce?? So what if you’re not supposed to be drinking in January? So what if you just spent £20 on a steak and you are sitting at the bar eating by yourself. You deserve it!
And what a steak it was!! An absolute beaut. This is the second time I’ve ordered the rump steak at St John’s Tavern in the last few months and both times it has been perfection. A massive chunk of perfectly cooked, tender, flavoursome, juicy meat. I have no idea where they get it from but I can promise you it is somewhere special. One of the best steaks I’ve ever eaten in England. Probably the best rump in fact. This may be because I don’t usually order a rump, but still.
The chips were amazing too. When you are breaking the diet for chips they need to be good and these were. Hand cut, with the skins still on, crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside, not a hint of greasiness.
If you are looking for somewhere different to eat in North London I really would recommend it. 8/10.
Sorry for the poor pic, it was taken on an iPad with no flash, but it gives you a hint.
I am now on my second glass of wine and am not feeling at all sad about the situation. Every cloud has a silver lining and this one is shining bright. Food makes me happy.
Still have at least another 45 minutes to wait though so might as well order a pudding …