Lescar
No need for me to prepare a family Sunday dinner today. Frances, Stew and the two little angels are away in Scarborough this weekend - partly to celebrate Stew's thirty sixth birthday. Shirley wanted to go out somewhere for our Sunday meal so I booked a table at "The Lescar" on Sharrowvale Road. I had not been in there in years but when I first came to Sheffield in 1978 I knew it well as I lived just around the corner in a rental house with five women. Anyway, I wasn't quite sure what to expect with the Sunday dinner. We arrived quite early and the first signs were good. The waiting staff greeted us warmly and we were led to our table in the lounge. I noticed several things. There was a posy of fresh flowers in a small glass vase and a carafe of water with a few lumps of ice floating within. They sparkled in a shaft of sunlight. The paper menus were fresh and clean and did not contain any spelling or grammatical errors - unlike some blogs I could mention! Ou...