The Mad Chef

Drove back down to London from Liverpool, arriving just before the hailstones started.

Out for a meal with our friends, M and L, to the local mad Italian. Food is fantastic, but there is no menu. Dinner consists of about 10 small courses, and is what the chef (who is somewhat eccentric) has prepared on the day. Tonight's grand gesture was a whole suckling pig. Staggered home after midnight, feeling quite jolly.