I couldn’t be bothered cooking so we ended up at (guess where) the inglewood.
We were going to go to Alfreds in Guildford but we went the wrong way and didn’t want to do a u-turn on a busy road (so lazy I know).
But that got me in the mood for a burger.
So I had the beef burger. And Mr S was in the mood for a steak, fortunately one was on special.
And what a steak.
And my burger. Simply delicious.
And yes I finished that plate too.
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