Imagine the scene. I hadn't had a day off in two weeks because of the IT project of doooooom. Yes, doooooom. I was due to finish work at 12pm on Sunday, and everything was meant to be 'routine'. My husband was meeting me in town and we were joining Wayne and Vicki on the train. The plan was to trot into Manchester for a spot of lunch at the Oast House. Lovely.
By the time we finally got to the Oast House, I was tired, hungry and had unacceptably frizzy hair. Within minutes I was relaxed, warm and coveting others' food. There was a musician playing 90s indie in the corner and I could smell the barbecue. Balance restored.
Paddy had half a chicken from the rotisserie with cheesy fries. I had my eye on said chickens from the moment we walked in because the rotisserie is visible from the door. They are unbelievably juicy with a nice crisp skin. The seasoned fries are fantastic - add cheese and they are quite possibly the 'best fries in Manchester' (to quote Wayne).
The lemon meringue was out of this world! A wonderful mix of crisp and gooey meringue with a tart filling in a pastry crust. All kinds of wonderful. The Bakewell was a little dry, but still tasted brilliant. I think the dryness was cased by it being warmed and left for a moment before serving.
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