Pudding time

The main portions are so large that our group were all defeated before pudding time, which is a crying shame.

Then I remembered that, as I was writing this review, I really needed to try out the full experience, and that meant it was pudding time.

When it came to pudding time, we were sadly both too full to order one, although I did - much to my head's disgust the following morning - partake in a rum-based dessert cocktail called Burnt Crumble.

Come pudding time, I plumped for sticky toffee pudding with custard ([pounds sterling]2.99) and Mrs Eats went for the ice cream ([pounds sterling]2), which simple vanilla ice cream with sauce.

4:00pm: Christmas pudding time! Lower the lights in the dining room ready for the pudding.

Double pudding time! You see, when I was growing up pudding and fizzy drinks were banned.

Pudding time. I was stuffed enough to settle for a double espresso (pounds 1.95), but Mrs G plumped for the lemon torte (tangy home made lemon mousse with a biscuit base, pounds 3.45), and was gracious enough to allow me to try some.

Pudding time. I chose cardamon creme brulee with poached plums.

In fact in the words of the late Gwyn Alf Williams, it was "Pudding time", and to borrow the words of Harold Macmillan, "They (the working class) had never had it so good".

By pudding time the restaurant was nearly full and the staff seemed rather run off their feet.