Where To Go For An Apology Meal
"Because you lost the dog. You’re in the pub, meeting your sister’s dog for the first time. The surrogate child. It is adored. You wonder how your future niece or nephew will take to being second best, especially to something that rolls about it in its own filth. You suspect babies also do this. You suspect you did this. “WHERE’S THE DOG?!”. You were meant to be watching it. You were thinking about poo. “YOU IDIOT!!!”. You look around but the fourth pint has entered your blood stream. “It’s probably just outside” you say. Your sister sprints outside. You drop the menu on the floor. The dog is in the corner, under the table. It’s chewing its own foot. You gain some composure. You’re on Exmouth Market. The Eagle is two minutes away. It has THAT steak sandwich. You make the call. Make up meal:A bottle of wine, three steak sandwiches" - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing
