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Pies, pies, pies This is usually the sound echoing through my brain of a Sunday evening, after a weekend of over-indulgence. But of course, this magical word also conjures up other, less comforting words: 'restaurant', 'choice', 'conversation' or, most terrifying of all, 'cooking'.
Imagine my joy, then, at being led into the Camel (handily situated round the corner from the slightly more boisterous Florist) on a Sunday when I really was in a bad way. Being a pub, there is somewhat unsurprisingly booze available (one point). The staff are jovial without being over-friendly, so if you look like you might cry at having to choose between ciders they will make the judgement call for you without causing a scene (one point). The place is small without being tiny, thus avoiding the paranoia that Everyone Is Watching You (one point). And best of all, they serve a fairly broad selection (ie more than one veggie option) of wonderful, life-giving pies. With mash. And mushy peas. And gravy. It didn't take long to get served, the food was solid stuff, and I felt able to take the week on. Altogether now - pies, pies, pies