Our friend Hugh, bored in the absence of Emily being in Andover, texts to see if we fancy the pub. We do! But, dilemma - we have been napping, rather than making dinner. So to Hen & Chicken we go, where we will be able to both go to the pub and eat some food. I go for what I had at Christmas, the parpadelle with venison ragu, and it is once again quite nice. I also go for the brownie, which is very “gastropub brownie”, for better or worse. In other words, I am reminded that I can do better myself, but the price I pay for not having to do so is this.