Nice Sunday Dinners

Hmmm yes

Thats what i wanted to avoid!! Eee, no Im just joking, my mams mint

Well my mams cookin makes me

and so does my flat mates (he is the manager/chef there)

Is it not Shiremoor house farm? Same kind of name...its meant to be really nice there

my mams sunday dinners dunno why she cant cook

she makes things that r meant to b tasty, plain and healthy all the time so they dont taste nice

I used to go there and try and get in the soft play when I was too big

Awww :flowers: My mams are nice, just fancy a change.

The people who have said the carveries - do they have peas??

It's excellent, 2 mins from my work.

Wrong place

haha she knows not to ask me if i want one anymore

yes they do peas u get either all 3 meats or a choice and then u put wotever u want on and as much as u want yourself.

Stephen will need a crain to carry his plate then

3 meats!! We're there with bells on!

Claire is it advisable to book?

foxhunters!? No its not!! Do they not have it anymore? The ball pool!?

Thats the magic lantern

usually no, when we hav been just went in and got a table but with it being so close to xmas and stuff mite b best to ring up and ask, as they will b busier

ITS NOT! I am 100% certain it was foxhunters. It was a couple of years ago! The one opposite monkseaton high school!

Aye thats the one

Its been done out and totally revamped since that i guess cause i've been going for a while and its never had a ball pool

I can highly recommend The Red Lion in Boldon or The Ship in Eighton Banks. I've become such a good customer, I get mine for nowt!








Just 'cos they're my parents pubs

Ask Katie about the girl we had a fight with in there with the balls and cushion duck! She will tell you. WE KICKED ASS!

Re: Nice Sunday Dinners

Ness's mams house in Stakeford does the nicest sunday dinners in the UNIVERSE.

Imagine settling down on the comfy sofa in front of 'enders/other sunday shit with a nice big glass of wine, putting your feet up and smelling some damn fine dinner.

Then imagine being called through to get some chicken skin, or crackling before the dinner. It tastes good. Your mouth waters as you can smell the yorkies in the oven and the gravy on the hob.

Your name is called as you arrange youreself at the dinner table. In front of you is a maaaaasive oval plate piled high with lashings of gravy smothering your creamy mashed potatoes, proper mushy peas, soft chunks of carrot nestled in between sprouts (even they taste good) maybe a bit of parsnip or cauliflower, even cabbage if we are lucky, all topped off with a nice yorkie or two. Then comes the chicken. The succulent juicy chicken steaming hot with gravy poured over the top. Or beef, with just a cheeky little bit of mustard on the side.

Never in my life have I tasted sunday dinners like this woman can cook. I live for sundays, they are astounding. I enjoy every second, and very very rarely leave any food at all. The best bit is using the spoon to get all your home-cooked meat-juice gravy with bits of mash and peas and not leaving a pattern on the plate.

This my friend, is the way sunday dinners are meant to be.

Shame you can't have any, ay?