John's Christmas night out last night....it was at a hotel near Bodymoor Heath, not too far from our Ostrich's old stomping ground. Couldn't find the place at first, it was down a dark lane and the sign was half hidden behind a tree (not that it could be read that easily in the dark anyway). We parked on the unlit, uneven and potholed car park which I then had to walk across in heels.
The meal was in a marquee, a draughty cold marquee. I hadn't ordered a starter as I didn't like the sound of any of them, John had the soup and said he wished he hadn't. The main meal was okay, although the portions were small (one sprout!) and it wasn't because it was that fancy tiny portion/nicely presented stuff, it was just small portions on small plates. The pudding was okay, nothing special. They completely failed to serve the after dinner coffee and mince pies.
Still, the company was excellent on our table and we laughed and chatted all night. There were two empty seats as two of the mens' wives had refused to come, so there was me and John and his colleagues Ken, Nick, Gary and (another) John.