Having been stuck indoors for days due to stormy weather, the delightful assistants felt in need of a change of scene and decided to treat themselves to a Sunday lunch out.
After some deliberation it was agreed that they would head west towards the village of Bankfoot. It wasn’t long before they came upon a sign alerting them to the fact that the road was closed due to flooding.
Their chauffeur turned the car and headed for an alternative route, only to find it also blocked off with a ‘road closed’ sign. It seemed that the odds were against a visit to Bankfoot. A change of direction seemed to be in order, so they headed towards the town of Coupar Angus along one of the apparently few roads in the area that was open to traffic.
Since the sun was shining and it was a little early for lunch, they stopped the car and got out for a health-giving walk.
On the way they passed some curious utility poles
and a dog who was trying to catch the eye of a barman.
Unfortunately, the delightful assistants had no liquor on them, or indeed drinks of any description, and so were unable to assist the thirsty hound.
Getting back into the car, they carried on (through a small flood at the end of the road which, thankfully, wasn’t sufficient to have closed the route) to Coupar Angus and their old friend, The Red House Hotel.
They entered the foyer with its welcoming stripy carpet and discreet festive decorations,
and were shown to a table in the conservatory, which was gaily decked out with Christmas crackers. The menu contained festive specials, including roast turkey ‘with trimmings’, which fairly gladdened the hearts of the delightful assistants.
They both chose the turkey (a small portion for delightful assistant no.1 who has a dainty appetite), which came with roast potatoes, boiled potatoes, Brussels sprouts, carrots, stuffing, sausage, bacon, bread sauce, gravy and cranberry sauce.
Their chauffeur, being vegaquarian (a consumer of fish and other vegetables), had breaded haddock with chips and garden peas.
You could be forgiven for thinking that these feasts would fill the tummies sufficiently, and yet somehow there was room for pudding (it was nearly Christmas, after all) and coffee.
The ‘Christmas special’ dessert was Christmas pudding with brandy custard, and both assistants carried on the festive theme with that option.
Meanwhile, their chauffeur slid herself head first into a sticky toffee pudding with ice cream.
While waiting for the puddings to arrive the three were served with coffee, dispensed into cups with an extremely generous space for milk. A chocolate-lined wafer roll sat jauntily in each saucer.
The entire meal was highly satisfactory, made all the more enjoyable by the wearing of paper hats, which they all agreed was their favourite thing about Christmas crackers.