Took Mrs Sane out for a meal last night to our favourite Italian restaurant, Osteria da Paolo in Shrewsbury.
Shrewsbury was a bit manic because the Flower Show is in full swing and the restaurant was busier than usual but the service was great, as was the food (although it did take two attempts to get Mrs Sane a steak that wasn’t still mooing).
After the meal we went and picked up a friend and met the ginger one in a pub. Which is out of character for him. Ahem. Sadly, there was no music and the ladies wanted music so we went on a pub-with-music hunt.
We plumped for Ironbridge in the end which has changed a bit since my binge drinking youth. I wouldn’t recommend the White Hart – as soon as we’d got our drinks they rang the bell for last orders and wouldn’t serve anybody once the bell was rung. So not actually last orders, more sort of “surprise, we’re closed”. Even more bizarrely for the 15-20 people sitting outside finishing their drinks, 10 minutes after calling “surprise we’re closed” orders, they shut the door and switched the outside lights off, leaving everyone in the dark!
We strolled down the road to the Swan which had a live band on, even at 11pm and promised to stay open until 1am. I never rated the Swan in my binge drinking days but we had a good laugh, even though I appeared to be the only sober person in Ironbridge. We were standing next to a group of very drunk Londoners on a stag night. One of them – a little asian guy – started chatting to me, asking me about the night life in Telford. Then the groom introduced himself and it turns out he grew up in the same town as me and went to the same school (he was 10 years older than me so I didn’t know him). Not only that, but his sister is about to get married to my old geography teacher. Small world.