I really Got my Goat!

 

And I'm going to tell you all about it. Biddy's Mum, Celeste, said that she was going to take us all out for dinner, but it was going to be a special surprise. So she had the taxi drop us of somewhere I didn't recognise and we walked through streets which were quiet, full of what I believe were called artisans Houses – a bit like the Mill Workers cottages you see in a lot of scottish towns, especially in the Borders, or Fishermen's Houses up both the east and West Coast towns. They were really sweet, someone said “two up/two down” which could have lots of naughty meanings but actually referred to the rooms – living room and kitchen on the ground floor and two bedrooms upstairs, and probably an outside toilet in the back garden, along with maybe a wash-house. Of course lots of them have been converted and modernised and they are very chic. We turned so many corners we all got quite lost and, as the sun had gone down and it was getting dark it was impossible to know what direction we were taking. Me and the other girls were glad we hadn't dressed up and worn heels, we'd have been hirpling by now! But by this time, Stacy was getting a bit noisy, which I put down to hunger pangs – it was a few hourse since we'd eaten at Weatherspoons and we were all coming up to that line which we can't cross/won't cross until we've eaten. And we were hopelessly lost. Until Celeste led us out of the residential streets and on to a main road – and told us it was just over the nridge, which as far as I could see was just a hump over something dark, until we came to a sign for a railway station, and then we were over the hump and just on the opther side was this brihgt oasis – a Caribbean restaurant

which was our destination. And this really got my Goat: Curry Goat with Rice and Peas! “It's got to be a joke?” No, it was there in black and white in the menu, but for starters we had Banana! Well, no, not strictly Banana – straight up, it was Plantin which when I saw it dressed was Banana. Undressed, sliced and cooked and served with lovely salad it was De-Lish! Mmmm. Follow that! And Goat

followed that and I was bowled over, knocked out, on the ropes, absolutely smash hit converted to one of the best dishes I've ever loved. And if you haven't tried Curry Goat – go out now and track it down. You won't be disappointed and if you are I will give you my money back to me not once, not twice, but Three Times Over and you can't say fairer than that: Oh My God, I'm beginning to sound like Arthur Daley, or maybe Her Indoors! I don't know which would be worse!