tcc does a pretty decent macaroni gratin. looks tiny, but fills ya right up ( unless you're a big dude with a bottomless pit for a tummy). it was piping hot cheese drenched over tender, savoury mushrooms and tiny macaroni bits which weren't too hard nor too soggy. *slurp*
we shared this, with two glasses of caffe latte. i hadn't had coffee for a longass time and this one basically killed me - jittery as fuck all night at the pub afterwards, despite all the whiskey i was fed. no more coffee for me from now on! especially not on cranky days... makes your mind go a thousand miles an hour in frooty loops!
still feeling the after effects this morning - call me a cranky biatch!