Back to the (second) homeland for a night out with friends I could have chosen a better night than a Monday in January to check out the food scene in Ferryhill. Romana’s was shut for renovation, while the other Italian restaurant was just shut shut. And I was informed by the hotel manager that The Olive Tree (formerly known as The Post Boy) was ‘fine if you want to spend £9.50 on a fancy fish finger’. As it was, the friends I was catching up with were only interested in a traditional local supper – beer followed by takeaway pizza.
So the following morning I was ravenous and wanting pre-train bait. Koffee and Kambucha had already been commented on (with incredulity!) the previous evening but K&K being takeaway only (it was -2) that wasn’t an option.
So it was to The DRD, next to our family’s former shop, that I repaired for coffee and bacon roll. The bacon roll was good – crispy bacon, fluffy white bun and as much brown sauce as I wanted. The coffee, frankly, was filth. But it was warm filth and so did a job.
Service was cheerful but I could really have done without some London commercial radio station pumping out 80s hits (and I’m not talking The Smiths) at that just too loud level.
It was only when I was in the the taxi that I realised that during 24hrs back home I hadn’t eaten one vegetable or piece of fruit. Even more than the scary right wing politics that seemed the most Ferryhill thing of the visit.
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