Jane had a lie in while I went to breakfast, requesting a yoghourt/granola pot when I returned to the room. I thought I’d go American for this breakfast, pancakes and crispy bacon, and as you can’t get a sausage pattie I had to make do with a Cumberland sausage instead. It was OK and only OK, but that’s because I’m always disappointed by the way maple syrup is soaked up by the pancakes so you get a bit of a gloopy mess that’s not nice.
It was the last of our Gala nights, Red and Gold and that means another hairdo for Jane, so she departed for the Salon while I went in search of a coffee and somewhere to get around to finishing off yesterday’s blog. I ended up in the Grills Lounge where I had a particularly nasty flat white coffee, really strong with grounds floating in it, it was free so I didn’t worry about it too much. While I was typing away Jane arrived with her new bouncy hairdo, I think bouncy is the correct verb for more body when referring to hair.
Lunch was a nice one, tandoori lamb skewers and a lovely piece of calves liver, I am a fan of offal, especially calves liver and the chefs cooked it perfectly. The afternoon was a bit of a bust, we just chilled while waiting for the 16:30 trivia. There wasn’t a massive amount happening, The Cunard story (Cunard Street) was showing in Illuminations, and I’d advise anyone who hasn’t seen it to make the effort to do so, but we have seen it. It was also freezing outside so there was no chance of spending time out there. So we just spent the time in the room keeping warm watching a bit of TV.
We were awful in the quiz again, the quiz this time had a theme running through it, every answer started with a D. We’d figured this out early on and there were still a bunch of answers that we didn’t get. We ended with 15/20 with the winners getting a full house. After the quiz we retired to the Commodore Club for a consolation Doombar, Jane had a Mai Tai, apparently not sweet enough, plenty of alcohol but not enough flavour.
As said previously, it was the Red and Gold gala evening. Jane had brought her wedding dress from February to wear, but was worried that as this was the third of the gala nights she was going to struggle to get into it. She did struggle, I thought she looked amazing but she wasn’t happy, saying it felt tight but it didn’t matter as she’d brought another shiny gold dress which was more comfortable and she went with that instead. We had gone off-menu for dinner ordering one of Osman’s specialities, seafood pasta. Osman, the Maitre’d, prepared the dish table-side flambéing the dish spectacularly. Needless to say it was delicious.
We went to the Royal Court theatre after dinner to watch the Queens of Rhythm, a Motown Trio who had the audience dancing in the aisles with their covers of classic Motown songs. Adherence to the dress code in the QG restaurant was very nearly 100%, very nearly everyone was in a DJ. In the theatre, not so much people wandered in in sweatshirts and jumpers or just shirts and no jacket. It does state that there is a dress code in the restaurants, bars and theatre and outlines where the dress code does not apply, but if you don’t enforce your stated dress code then you have no dress code. Anyway after watching the show we headed up to the Commodore Club for a nightcap, Spicy Bloody Mary for me and a Cool as a Cucumber for Jane
