I wanted to treat him, I wanted to whisk him away to an “it” restaurant, to sped the night in a hot tub on a rooftop terrace overlooking. This isn’t us though, I’m not a fan of pretty food that doesn’t fill you up, I need grub, good grub. We do dress up but we dress to impress each other, our clothes make us look nice they don’t make a statement. On top of this it was Friday and I wasn’t in the mood to spend the whole night travelling. With this in mind I booked a table at a little trattoria in Hebden Bridge.
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