"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore"
~ Jack Brooks
On the fourth day we rested, opting for a lazy day in. It wasn’t long before we became restless and decided to go out in search of some food. I had been craving macaroni cheese for a while, so decided to buy some from Sainsbury’s. Perhaps choosing the tinned version over the fresh, chilled version wasn’t the best idea, but with a bit of salad on the side it almost looked edible. Mandi was in the mood for Japanese and so popped into Wasabi for ‘those triangles of rice’, which, according to her, ‘weren’t that great, a bit overrated really. Like some men.’ 
Evening came and we trundled back to Tunbridge Wells for Mandi’s work Christmas dinner. I went along as her plus one, because apparently Mandi and I only come as a pair these days. Mandi and Megan, m&m, M2 or something like that. We’re just better together. Unsurprisingly, quite a few people at the dinner asked if we were lesbians. We’re not. But we are both single….
We dined at Prezzo, where the set menu made it much easier and quicker for me to decide what to eat. Mandi went straight for the Mozzarella in Carrozza with pomodoro sauce, a.k.a. deep-fried cheese with ketchup. I chose the slightly healthier grana padano-filled baked mushrooms with garlic mayo. 
The Pizza Vesuvio main was… well, a pepperoni pizza. A really good pepperoni pizza at that, made better with a good drizzle of chili oil. We finished with an ice-cream and hazelnut bombe, with was rather nice: a bit of meringue enveloped in ice-cream and lavishly covered with hazelnuts.
I have to admit I ended up leaving most of my bombe and helping myself to other people’s abandoned profiteroles, inversed, so that they had a chocolate filling and a vanilla topping – how novel! 
Okay, let’s be honest, there’s not much you can say about a standard high street Italian restaurant. I can’t make it sound new or exciting or irresistibly tempting. All I do is fill this post with a disproportional number of photos and say is the food was good, as was the company. Plus, we got to go to the pub afterwards and watch drunk people showcasing their best Mariah and Bono impressions on the karaoke machine.
You girls have been spoilt for choice in London, so unsurprisingly, you had nothing much to say about the food in TW.
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