Self catering…

…is not my forte although I haven’t done too badly this week while isbi’s been skiing. I married a superb cook 43 years ago and my culinary skills have now evaporated.
Tonight I decided to go to the New Ivanhoe, an Art Deco pub which, while not pretending to be fine dining, puts on a reasonable feed.
It’s called the New Ivanhoe because the original Ivy, situated further down the road, was burnt down in the 1920s.