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Wednesday, 25 August 2010

A Roller for the Arabs.

It’s a relief to see real Cornish weather after that amazingly glorious June. Absent mindedly shaving my nose this evening, I had a yearning for Steak, Ale, and Kidney Pie, so casting caution to the sodden winds, I drove to the dear old 7*s - yet again under new management. (The Cod’s Head can only manage pork scratchings and pickled eggs for supper.)




The new couple had a successful pub before, so I can’t think why they moved to this one. “She” is very friendly but ”he” has some kind of personality problem, illustrated by his “car”, which is a large, bright red, four-door pick-up truck called a “WARRIER”; chunky and aggressive, with lots of chrome bars and hard-cover over the “pick-up” bit. Of course it also has enormous wheels. If he also sports a pit-bull, he hides it well. To put it politely, he is a trifle laconic behind the bar.  (Too many "also"s, Ed.)



The Steak, ale, and kidney pie turned out to be very tasty, and just the thing if you happened to have a salt deficiency. I ate the whole thing! Of course, you can’t expect a “real” pie these days. The oval pastry top is bought from the wholesaler’s and always cooked separately while the filling is microwaving (can you visualise my pie micro waving?). It’s a shame because the pastry never gains that interesting taste and texture acquired by the gravy bubbling up on its underside. Nevertheless, tasty it was, with meat of a fine quality, and it went well with new potatoes, broccoli, cabbage, and half a pint of Proper Job. (How do you unwrap soft butter portions without getting it all over your fingers? Salt cellars don’t ever work here of course because of the damp. You have to unscrew the top.)



On finishing my pie I didn’t fancy getting wet again as I had hardly dried out from the earlier soaking I got crossing the road to the pub, but I felt the urge to return to let my loyal readers know the good news about the 7*s.

St Mike's Mount, wet, wet.

Pip, pip,



The Leg.
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Is this really a Roller?  Yuck! £265,000.00 without delivery or number plate.

4 comments:

Rory O'Moore said...

We just got a load of that weather up here today. Good opportunity to go out and wander around checking that the gutters were doing their job.
I like walking in the rain. Don't sing in it though.

Anonymous said...

What,What,What?? You can`t afford a `decent` pie (or even cook your own) yet you have time to worry about Rollers? What do you care, when the cost of wheat will soon be so high the crust on your pie will be made from milled rice, and only Arab drivers of 6 litre V8`s will be able to afford petrol.
Don`t forget to vote, and vote often

Anonymous said...

I ate pye crusts

peter-the-leg said...

Indecent pies are so much more fun!