There’s a Morrisons just to the right of this view from a regular wee trail we walk with a lovely butcher counter. We went in on the way home as we were planning on doing some steak stuff tomorrow night.
Being a bit tired and distracted we couldn’t work out the price for two of the lovely ribeyes from the label on the tray and just hoped for the best. The butcher had a really quiet voice too. Possibly on purpose.
£22 at the robot checkout was something of a surprise. They’ll be lovely. They’d better be.
Maybe this is where the food blog begins.
