Hand me the garlic bread and no one gets hurt

Morning all

This evening (last night?) we went out for a meal, because, well, it's better then me (attempting) to cook something.

We ended up in "The Keg", which specialises in steak and ribs. The steak was wonderful....soft, juicy...still bleeding just the right amount. So thick that they claim they can't cook it any further then medium rare!

I should apologise to the vegetarians among you...but I'm not. It tasted too good.

The baked potato that accompanied it was dreamy - buttery, with just the right amount of salt for taste, but enough to start a doctor frothing at the mouth, babbling about blood pressure and cholesterol.

A Caesar salad with enough cheese, bacon and crispy bits to feed a starving African child for a week - and that's before he starts on the leaves.

But the best part - no question - was the garlic bread.

This wasn't just some bread with garlic butter.

It was warm and tender, crust slightly crunchy. Garlic suffused the butter, the bread...the cheese topping was made with three different cheeses you could pick out separately, each melting into the others arms like a trio of lovers, all melding as one into-

No, stop there.

Children might read this.

But hand me the garlic bread and no one gets hurt!