Sunday lunch at the club

So its seems that the English have a somewhat equivalent meal to what we would consider Sunday dinner – they just do theirs at lunch time.  Or you could think of it as the after church buffet.  Anyways, the club here in the village does a Sunday Lunch that we were told not to miss.  We were forewarned that we might be the youngest folks there by a good 30 -40 years so there were no real surprises.  It was a lot like stepping back into say 1982 – but lots of fun.  Lunch started at 1PM so we walked UP to the club a few minutes before and by the time we got there it seemed as if we were already late as the place was jumpin.  Lunch was buffet style – cold salads, roast beef, leg of lamb, pork tenderloin, assorted starches and vegys, and of course a dessert table.  There was a local musician singing and playing keyboard and guitar – he was pretty good except for the fact that he had gone through about 60 seconds of Elton John’s “Your Song” before I figured out he was singing in English.  Sydney’s doll Julie also joined us for dinner and was a hit among the grannies as well as the wait staff – they kept trying to serve her.  By the time things were winding down one of the neighborhood dogs even wandered in to say hi – Sydney thought that was a HUGE plus.  She (the dog) was very well mannered, collared, tagged, and didn’t beg – just came in to say hello.  Afterwards we wandered back home and have just been sitting outside by the fire and enjoying some of our Spanish wine.  Tomorrow is Ash/Green Monday (an orthodox Christian holiday similar to Ash Wednesday except that it’s described as a bit of a celebration) but despite the holiday we’re probably going to wander back into town and try to make it down to the some of the ruins or the harbor area – Sydney’s been wanting to see the coast.  More to follow tomorrow.

 

The front door at the club...
The girls at the table...
Julie was next to me...
Our mealtime entertainment...
The canine guest getting a belly rub from Sydney

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