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There was I looking disconsolately at the ravaged tables in the Reet Hard dining room, nearly empty with just a couple of delicacies hidden amongst the dog-eared sandwiches. But, wait. What’s that door into the Constitution Hill room - I peaked into a dining room much less opulent than the Reet Hard, but with tables groaning under the weight of the most succulent dishes imaginable.
The notice said it wasn’t open yet, but I couldn’t wait and dashed in only to find everything was covered in cling film. What the Hell, peeled a bit of the film back and sneaked out a morsel called Chasing Fire. Boy, did it taste good.
Heard a bit of a shamozzle from outside and found that large queue had formed waiting for the formal opening. Seemed to be people from a rather select club called Talking Horses. Everyone was there except one poor soul still gazing at the dog-eared sandwiches.
The notice said it wasn’t open yet, but I couldn’t wait and dashed in only to find everything was covered in cling film. What the Hell, peeled a bit of the film back and sneaked out a morsel called Chasing Fire. Boy, did it taste good.
Heard a bit of a shamozzle from outside and found that large queue had formed waiting for the formal opening. Seemed to be people from a rather select club called Talking Horses. Everyone was there except one poor soul still gazing at the dog-eared sandwiches.