The important thing about generosity—often overlooked—is
that it only works with good stuff. Last weekend, we saw excellent
comedian/Abby’s new BFF Bridget Christie at the Playhouse. Not only did we get
a condensed version of her award-winning 2013 show, A Bic For Her, but her
entire 2014 show as a ‘second half.’ And she didn’t even pick on us when we
came back late from the interval. That’s generosity.
So when we revisited the Earlham Arms for a classic roast
the next day, we were primed to receive, and receive hard. The recent Flying
Kiwis refurbishment is a vast improvement on the weird sporty hybrid it used to
be—though simply taking the Astroturf off the wall is enough to do that. The
Earlham Arms now boasts an excellent selection of beers, including offerings
from its own brewery.

“You’ll love this,” or some similar sentiment, I said. Not
to Abby, but to long-term Friends of Grub along for the ride, famously meat-hungry
Morgan, and Richard, proud owner of Apple’s new flexiphone. ‘Love it.’
I should have
kept my damned mouth shut. The
beef, when it came, was cooked grey. Maybe the lovely rare beef had been sent
back to the kitchen by part-time carnivores once too many. It was bad enough
for Richard to leave a decent chunk on his plate, but not so bad that it
stopped me taking what he’d left for myself.

It wasn’t all bad. The roast potatoes were excellent, crispy
and fluffy, and the Yorkshire puddings good. Good beers are perhaps the closest
equivalent to a Get Out Of Jail Free card that you have when in trouble with
Enduring Grub, and The Earlham Arms has stacks on stacks of these, and decent
knowledge of them too.
Sadly, the kitchen staff hadn’t seen Bridget Christie’s
acute, angry, and physically silly masterpiece in generosity the night before.
They chose to be generous with—of all things—cabbage. Do I look like Kay
Carroll? A little bit. Do I like cabbage as much as her? No. Nobody does.
So that doesn’t count as generosity.
That’s padding.