We had an excellent meal last night, the one we'd promised ourselves to celebrate our ruby wedding anniversary. We went to San Marco, the Italian restaurant in the old warehouse at Wheelock. We've often wondered what it was like, and the answer is – very good.
It offers a nice mix of standard Italian fare and more generic cuisine. So Sheila was able to have garlic mushrooms followed by chicken tagliatelle, and I had fishcakes followed by bistecca gorgonzola. The portion sizes were good, adequate without being ridiculously generous, so that we both had room for a sweet for once, profiteroles for Sheila and panna cotta with loganberries for me.
With a bottle of Montepulciano, it came to just over £60 including my tip, so not overpriced by today's standards either. Service was prompt and friendly, and the ambience is, shall we say interesting, a mix again of Italianate decoration and classic English prints. We'd definitely go again.
As canal boathire surmised in his comment, we weren't away quite as promptly as planned this morning, but still managed to be going by half seven. We'd intended to stop at Hassal Green, but were making such good progress despite the rain that we came on to Rode Heath, giving us less to do tomorrow.
There was plenty of room to moor here just before eleven, and I nipped through to the PO stores, where they'd sold out of the Independent, but still had copies of i, so not a complete loss. This afternoon, we took all the recycling to the skips in the car park of the Broughton Arms; the stuff had been piling up since Norbury Junction.
We'll go on to tie above Church Locks tomorrow, just six locks further on; that means that I'll have time before we go to buy a loaf of bread and a copy of the Saturday Independent, hopefully, with its challenging giant general knowledge crossword.
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