I was talking about my poor man’s holiday with a friend, and she accused me of being obsessed with what I was eating.
Chicken curry on rice with spicy chips, eaten with a friend in the gardens of Norwich Castle. And later in the day I picked up Infinity, the new Magnum (which is pretty much the old Magnum given a new name), from the kiosk in Chapelfield Gardens.
A bowl of Lincolnshire sausage and potato salad, with other green stuff of unknown provenance stirred into the mix, eaten while sitting on the front at Gorleston and watching the world go by, providing necessary ballast so that the tide wouldn’t sweep me away when I went for my customary seasonal paddle.
Early evening and late night found me in Yarmouth, where on arrival I devoured a cheap and cheerful cheeseburger from a kiosk on the front, followed by a tray of chips drenched in curry sauce and then two scoops of Carte D’Or ice cream, amaretto cherry flavour (they no longer do Greek yoghurt and honey, which used to be my favourite).
I started the day at Nibble’s Cafe in Lowestoft, where they do an ‘eat as much as you like’ breakfast buffet at £5 a head, with rashers of bacon, eggs, sausage, baked beans, hash browns, fried mushrooms, fried tomatoes and some really tasty fried bread. I’m embarrassed to admit that I could only manage two platefuls.
Later in the day I had a Strawberry flavour Callipo (Calipo?), which was excruciatingly cold, and I ate that while sitting on a bench in the Sparrow’s Nest Gardens, listening to a man play show tunes on an organ. Then, because I’m a greedy beggar, I had an Orange flavour Calipo (Callipo?) while wandering along the seafront
Things start to get boring now, sort of. I had a cone of chips with curry sauce off one of the stalls on Yarmouth Market, followed after a suitable hiatus by a foot long hot dog purchased from a food outlet that has recently sprung up on Regent Street. Finally I indulged myself down on the Golden Mile with more Carte D’Or ice cream, this time stem ginger and dark chocolate flavour.
Almost but not quite a repeat of Day Four. Again I opened my account with chips off a stall on Yarmouth Market, this time with sweet chili sauce, and I have to admit that these were the best chips I’ve had in quite some time, living up to the legend ‘Now Frying New Potatoes’ (this is one of the most exciting phrases in the English language, not quite on a par with somebody saying ‘Ladies and gentlemen, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band’, but getting there). And I was so smitten with these that about three hours later I came back and bought another cone’s worth, with mayonnaise as my dressing of choice. Alas, they weren’t quite as tasty as their predecessors. And, to round out the day’s self-indulgence, I had a couple more scoops of that stem ginger and dark chocolate flavour Carte D’Or.
Two Jumbo size hot dogs off the barrow in King’s Lynn, one smothered in English mustard and the other topped with hot chili relish. I suppose I should admit that I didn’t actually eat them one after the other – the first was on arrival in Lynn and the second just before departure, with several hours between the two. I couldn’t find any Carte D’Or, and in any event it was a wet and miserable day, so I wasn’t much in the mood for ice cream.
Two Other Random Days
These involved healthy stuff like salads, so I’m not going to discuss them on the grounds that to do so might undermine my trencherman reputation, which is already sufficiently shaky in the wake of the Nibble’s foodfail.
Tomorrow I may talk about what clothes I wore on my hols and the books I read, similar rivetting stuff. Or not.
So what’s the last guilty gustatory indulgence the rest of you guys treated yourselves to?