A little slice of Slice

Husband wasn't able to book a table at Slice for my birthday so we went last night. A superb meal as always. I say that as if we go there every week instead of once a year.

Husband had the scallops and I had the artichoke (both included in photo) and the first image is the amuse bouche, a poussin leg and chestnut rissole on a cranberry sauce. All servings are very small of course leaving you filled but not overly full.

You can see here how Slice gets its name. It's a small restaurant seating sixteen at most.

 

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This morning I popped into Zac's to do some clothes sorting prior to a big clear-out next week. I was very ruthless! After spending several hours sorting jeans I would earnestly beg all manufacturers to put the size clearly on the waistband, not to hide it here, there or halfway down a trouser-leg.

You have to wonder though at some of the items we get donated. I'm pretty sure these are gun holsters.

And because I thought I would be walking around town today I put my jeans on for the first time this autumn. Correction, I squeezed and pushed until I got my jeans done up. Must stop eating so much. (She says after showing you the seven- course meal she most recently devoured.)