The Parson’s Nose – Excellent…
I don't really do food reviews anymore. It seems inappropriate - poacher turned gamekeeper and all that. And gamekeepers look like dicks to me. But that said Little Miss Manuel and I went out for lunch on Monday. We had a table reserved at , the latest venture from Belfast chef Danny Miller. I was excited, food excites me. Actually a frozen pizza can excite me but that's not to lessen the anticipation as we arrived in Hillsborough.
The food was great, really great. The Little Miss was slightly peeved they were out of her first choice of pork belly and I was sure there was about to be an incident when they were also out of her second choice of the chicken pie. She had the Dexter beef burger instead and seemed to forget about the pork that could have been within two bites. I had the beef cheeks with creamy mash and the best roast vegetables I've scoffed in quite a while. They were dry on the outside and yet soft and moist on the inside. This is a trick I have never quite managed and they always end up wet on the outside and mush on the inside. Eating them is what you'd imagine biting into Johnny Vegas would be like. Not that I advocate biting into Johnny Vegas.
Like I say the food, the decor and service was all jolly wonderful and I would heartily recommend The Parson's Nose to all. But yet something was playing on my mind the whole way through lunch. I was preoccupied, something was amiss and not just the lack of a big comfy sofa for an afternoon snooze after all that creamy mash. I couldn't figure out what it was and it irked me. I don't like to be irked whilst eating.
In the end I realised it was this, The Parson himself. I recognised him...
That's Monty Burns! You cant tell me it's not. It's as obvious as Ricky Martin is gay. I know a Monty Burns-a-like when I see one and that's him for sure. Excellent, just like The Parson's Nose.
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Triple cooked chips, what did they taste like? Bet you stole a few.
And set the time on your Yphone.
Oh that all looks seriously yummy.
Must go there.
Monty Burns eh? I’m not sure I see it myself, I was going for creepy uncle who makes you sit on his knee that little bit too long.
Just me?
Didn’t have a one….actually I regret that now….I normally do pinch her food…what is wrong with me…? oh dear
Ah Dawnie, how are you? Yes, just you…hehehe
funny the ricky martin comment…he came out today press release and all
I knew that… I was writing at the time…heh
i know! makes me wonder why he did a press release.. i mean really, its ricky martin…ricky i’m so gay martin! lol..food looked great i want that desert
Ricky Martin gay, fuck off! Next you’ll be saying that Philip Schofield chap is a bummer.
Ah fair plat to the ol Rickster… He did the right thing in the end…
Play… not plat… Doh
the food looks delightful, sugar! i showed the photos to the MITM and he proceeded to tell me all about having beef cheeks at a lovely place in dubai, but then i punched him before he could tell me about the sides… but hold on a minute! ricky martin is gay? jaysus, i spend ONE afternoon not reading the paper, and this is what happens? xoxoxoxo
Oh, I initially thought the post was going to be about this:
I know it’s a bit off topic, but I think you’ll like this:
Yum, that looks delicious, in fact “EXCELLENT”
*Goes off to find the red squirrel slippers (very warm)*
Oh dear… someone finally did it- named a restaurant after a goose’s arse!
Who the hell thought that name was a good idea?
Then adding a picture of the lovechild of Monty Burns and Dudley Moore…
I see the Monrty Burns, but come on, its Neil Hannon
MMm am keen to try the Parsons nose, sounds delish!
I was thinking he looked more like Cromwell than Burns, but they are pretty similar at any rate.
“I normally do pinch her food… Whats wrong with me..?” are you kidding me how’d that panacotta work out for you? “no,no I dont want a dessert!” Im pretty sure you enjoyed every spoonful!!
Never Mr Burns, that is Jasper Carrot on his day job as a Calvinist minister
Savannah: I’m surprised he didn’t phone you first….just to let you know….hehehehe
Robert: I tried hard to avoid such a reference…
Intrepidmel: it’s awesome eh….awesome because it’s true…
Sparky: ha!
Belfast Barista: I like the name….it works well in Hillsborough…if you know what I mean
Fattakin: bwahahahaha yes, very good
Medbh: and as evil!
LMM: bwahahahahaha!
Neely: ha, also a good call…
Beef cheeks? The missus’ been calling me that for years, I thought it was a term of endearment.
Mebbey she was just trying to order dinner now I think about it…
Ha, funnily enough somebody else said that to me yesterday
I remember girls at school talking about how Ricky Martin might be gay because he was like so good looking. I now like to think that at least one (hopefully more of them) balls there eyes out a wee bit about that. That restaraunt seems like a tasty place, when a get a Mrs. T.Kid and money (probably it’ll happen the other way about) I’ll take her here.
ha, you do that and let me know too….I wanna get the next table over
Fucks sake I’m starvin’ Wobbly Wobbly doesn’t allow for gorgeous mash or pannacotta.
Will you ask LMM what colour nail polish she has on – it’s deeevine
Ta!
Purple? eh? Is it?
Nooo – it’s got to have a brand and a stupid name like Barefoot in Barcelona or Beef Cheeks in Belfast. She’ll understand…
Hmmmm you’re probably right…I’m off to Beaut.ie to learn some things and stuff
Good man – I knew I’d get you over to the dark side eventually. We could give The Cousin a makeover/full body wax…
heh….a hosing down would be a start…
More like a Frollo from Disney’s “Hunchback” to me…