Twonks.
First though there was the need for a burger and a pint, which came from The Swan by the Thames. Alarm bells started to ring when we had to be properly seated, who needs that on a Saturday lunchtime when you need to be home for the 3 o clocks? The burger was good enough, and the pint of Greene King St. Edmunds made sure everything was done properly. Burger. Pint. Job done.
On to the sausage. A Cumberland sausage. A Cumberland sausage in a ring which was made by hand at an actual butcher. This butcher. You could be forgiven for thinking it was a trophy shop from looking in the window, a sure sign of quality.
Mission accomplished. back home and down the pub to watch the scores roll in. This was my personal favourite.
So much aerial adjustment.
Sunday mornings breakfast was always going to feature the banger, and what a banger. I even managed to cook it properly. It looked lonely on the plate so I gave it some friends.
Party bangers.
I love bangers, especially this one.
