Last Thursday I went back to England and part of the luggage I had with me was Pontus and Tove who spent the weekend with us. They were in London on Friday and then we ate a traditional English dinner at a traditional English restaurant with traditional English dishes such as popodoms, raita, keema nan, chipatti, tandoori, chicken tikka, and Kingfisher Beer. On Saturday, we headed down to Brighton, which is located an hour from us and ate Fish & Chips. Afterwards we dumped the kids with some friends because we were going to eat at Jamie Oliver's Italian in Guilford that evening. On Sunday I took them on a drive to show the area and rural country lanes, a picturesque pub where we enjoyed a half pint of beer, through the very, if not the most famous village "
Shere" and via one of my favorite pubs, sorry Debbie, favorite restaurants, although reminiscent of a pub but certainly not to be called a pub (The Black Swan). Instead we ended up at our local pub the Windsor Castle for a pub lunch. The most successful with the weekend in other words must have been the fact that they did not have to endure Debbie kitchen skills.
I torsdags reste jag tillbaka till England och i bagaget fick jag med Pontus och hans Tove som spenderade helgen hos oss. De var inne i London på fredagen och därefter åt vi en traditionell engelsk middag på en traditionell engelsk restaurang med traditionella engelska maträtter som popodoms, raita, keema nan, chipatti, tandoori, chicken ticka, och Kingfisher Beer. På lördag svängde vi ner till Brighton som ligger en dryg timma från oss och åt Fish & Chips för att därefter dumpa barnen hos några kompisar eftersom vi skulle äta på Jamie Olivers Italian i Guilford på kvällen. På söndagen körde jag en tur med dem för att visa området och hamnade på små smala kostigar, en pittoresk pub där vi njöt av en liten öl genom den mycket, ja för att inte säga mest kända byn "Shere" och därefter en av mina favoritpubar, förlåt Debbie, favoritrestauranger som visserligen påminner om en pub men absolut inte får kallas pub (The Black Swan). Det slutade istället med en publunch på vår lokala pub the Windsor Castle. Det mest lyckade med helgen måste mao ha varit att de slapp smaka på Debbies kökskonster.
Last Thursday I went back to England and part of the luggage I had with me was Pontus and Tove who spent the weekend with us. They were in London on Friday and then we ate a traditional English dinner at a traditional English restaurant with traditional English dishes such as popodoms, raita, keema nan, chipatti, tandoori, chicken tikka, and Kingfisher Beer. On Saturday, we headed down to Brighton, which is located an hour from us and ate Fish & Chips. Afterwards we dumped the kids with some friends because we were going to eat at Jamie Oliver's Italian in Guilford that evening. On Sunday I took them on a drive to show the area and rural country lanes, a picturesque pub where we enjoyed a half pint of beer, through the very, if not the most famous village "Shere" and via one of my favorite pubs, sorry Debbie, favorite restaurants, although reminiscent of a pub but certainly not to be called a pub (The Black Swan). Instead we ended up at our local pub the Windsor Castle for a pub lunch. The most successful with the weekend in other words must have been the fact that they did not have to endure Debbie kitchen skills.
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