Puds followed, and jolly scrummy they were, too.
The last posting mentioned the Merlin restaurant in Brittany. At the Anse de Sordan on the Lac de Guerledan to be precise.
Just so the food fans amongst you get an idea of what they do there...
I began with carpaccio of beef (that's very thinly sliced raw meat sometimes dressed with a vinaigrette, in this instance topped with some shaved Parmesan).Dong and Shazzerooneypoos were very happy with their scallops; but what Mrs The Millbrooker tucked into for starters is lost in the mists of my woefully inadequate memory and seems to be unrecorded in photographic form. Mains was either veal (me, Dong and Shazzerooneypoos) or tuna (Mrs The Millbrooker) or a sandwich because she simply wasn't as hungry/greedy as the rest of us (The Wizzers of Soz).
A word about the Merlin, should you be thinking of rushing out to your car and heading off to Brittany immediately in order to partake of their fare. It's a delightful setting, the food's damnably decent but it's buttock-clenchingly expensive by Breton standards. Dong and Shazzerooneypoos are very generous hosts when it comes to treating us to a lunch out (thanks, guys). If you do find yourself heading in that direction, think of it as a one-off blow out. Unless you're seriously loaded.