On Monday, after a horrible day at work I called my Grandma for a moan, and she gave me a good bit of advice (she usually does). She said: “Go brush your hair, put something nice on and go out for dinner.”
So I did. Mr B and I took a stroll into Moseley Village to the well known and much raved about Italian, Ponti di Legno.
It’s a BYO, so we stopped off for a bottle of red at the off licence on the way, then followed the delicious garlicky smells to the front door. For a Monday night, the place was full to the brim, but we got a little table by the window and stuck our noses in the menu.
Enticed by the garlic smells, we went for this to start us off.
