From my Christmas week in Bude, Cornwall. I booked a restaurant called Temple for lunch on the final day to sidestep washing up. Mine was a fried chicken sandwich. Very nice.
The menu was short but served vegetarians and carnivores. There were 18 of us, and everyone was very happy with their meals. Service was attentive but relaxed. Michelin guide likes this place, too.
The way people speak in Britain changes just miles across the country. In Nottingham I'm used to being called "duck" or "me duck." "Love" or "luv" probably everyone knows. In Cornwall the young waitress called me "my love" which felt a bit weird, but nowhere as odd as being addressed as "my lover" in Somerset.
