We organised the date, I promised to do a bit of online research into where we should go (too many choices), utterly failed to make good on that promise (too much to do at work) and in the end Ellie made the decision for us.
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I got a text just as I was running up the highstreet to say that the girls were upstairs in the gallery. This space is huge, with a glass floor that you can look through to see people below in the bar (don't stand on it wearing a skirt), a huge glass ceiling that just pours light in and a terrace that acts as a suntrap in the summertime overlooking the bustling highstreet.
We stayed and chatted all afternoon as the rain pounded down outside until the light started to fade slightly and we realised with shock we had been sat there for coming up to three hours. All credit to the staff, they were attentive and ensured we weren't left waiting for service without crowding us or making us feel like we had to leave. To be honest, there was barely anyone else there so I would have been irritated if we had been forced out! It may be different when there is greater pressure on tables.