Another sweltering day. But this is not enough to deter me from a Sunday roast at the Norfolk Arms off Judd Street. Fortunately there are outside tables, albeit so closely packed that you are back-to-back with the person behind.
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| Inside the doll's house |
The Norfolk Arms seem to have a thing about constriction. The tables inside, although pretty and white-washed, are tiny. For doll people.
And their roast dinner is served in a small earthenware bowl - the sort of thing used for tapas. The sides are high, so cutlery must be sharply-angled. Which makes for a tricky roast beef wrangle.
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| Yes. I do mean a bowl like this. |
I do not have a pudding. In case it comes in a tight-squeeze thimble.
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