"very, very, very, locally shot" pigeon breast served with crisped black pudding, followed by "very locally shot" pheasant breast wrapped in bacon with braised pheasant leg, dauphinoise potatoes, red wine jus and root vegetables. Cheeseboard and coffee. A few pints of dark star hophead and Bateman's best - at the Square and Compasses, as much favoured by the yacf Essex massive.
On this occasion though I was taxi-assisted, since it was a quiz team night out to spend our winnings. It felt wrong though, climbing into a taxi instead of brushing the frost off my bike and riding home in the cold crisp clear night (-3 according to the taxi dashboard, -5 according to the cheap thermometer in my garden).