Tonight, I want to dedicate this blog to my other half. My jam to his rice pudding. My gin to his tonic. The one, the only lord that is Sam Griffiths.
We’ve been together for five years now (I know right,
it’s me who he deserves a medal). As a couple, we have been through our fair share of battles and we’ve stuck by each other through thick and thin.
He’s one of the only people who can make me feel better in the most horrible situations and he can make me laugh because he is funnier than me. I know, it’s hard to believe.
Our five year anniversary of being together landed on a Sunday. The morning started off with a chocolate croissant, strawberries and nutella and a glass of champagne. I mean come on, a girl needs this every morning when she gets out of bed, right?!
We then hopped on the train into London and I was surprised to a beautiful lunch at Hawksmoor. Hawksmoor has a few restaurants in London and it’s super popular (with some even having waiting lists for Sundays) for it’s fresh produce, mouth-watering steaks and delicious seafood. All of it, coming from just across the road at Borough Market.
Oysters were on the menu, so with it being such a special occasion, we got three each. Now oysters are like marmite, you either love them or hate them. I did not want to go near one until I tried them a year or so ago. My recommendation would be that, if you’re going to order oysters, make sure they’re fresh. There’s nothing like having a bad experience the first time, that puts you off a delicious delicacy.
Sam is currently not drinking alcohol because he’s being a trooper at Slimming World, aiming to lose weight that’s been put on over the years from university. I just want him to be healthy and happy and if he ends up getting a sixpack – well, I ain’t gonna complain!
I however, wasn’t on a no-drinking plan so I had my choice of cocktails, asking for a recommendation in the end for something zingy. I was given The Delicious Sour. IT HAD BRANDY IN IT. And I hate brandy, but this was some epic, magical shiz.
I’m slowly becoming a cocktail snob guys…I can feel it. Ain’t nobody going to take the ‘northerner‘ (as I’m classed by Londeners) out of me. I still love my pints 🙂
When it came to the mains, it wasn’t until we had ate it all that I realised I hadn’t taken any photos…oops.
We had the traditional Sunday Roast and Sirloin steak and shared the two between us. I mean, you couldn’t have given us a more meat-based main, if you’d tried! Even then though, we still had room for dessert. See below for empty sundae dish.
Happy five years me lover!