What would you order?

French onion soup. Nice claret.

Stuffed Garlic mushrooms. Thunderbirds Blue.

Kokaretsi. Eidenger Weiss beer.

Full English. Bitter.

Sunday roast (chicken). Gravy.

Strawberry cheesecake (base bound with THC butter). A handfull of dried mushies and a can of Tennent's Super.

And a wafer thin mint.

homemade lentil soup

french toast

oatcakes and cheese and grapes

oh and for a drink a coke float

full fat coke with a scoop of vanilla icecream

Personally I doubt I would feel much like eating if I am about to die.

What did jesus have in the jesus story?

I'll have whatever that was.

Then i might be a chance to return.

.......... wrote: Well if you weren't for the off beforehand that should just about make sure you are now.

Simple stuff for me.

A thin soup, (chicken or spring onion)

Roast chicken, roast tatties, Brussels, (or Broccoli), homemade stuffing and gravy.

Strawberry cheesecake.

A nice mug of tea and a couple of ciggies*. (*If I'm heading for the departure lounge why resist eh).

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Baron Mandrake wrote:
Cant be better than a double whopper with cheese can it?

novum wrote:

We got a burger king in town but it's been a long time since I had a whopper, do you like the char boiled taste?

Baron Mandrake wrote: Ab?
dat you m8?

novum wrote:
Gotta be the most disrespectful thing you ever typed on a computer Novum...

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Baron Mandrake wrote:
Umm, er, no of course.

Honest.

If it's the last meal, it needs to be huge and home made, so that you could try to kill yourself with gluttony, which is nicer than lethal injection for eg.

Appetiser: King prawns in tempura batter with sweet chilli dip.

Starter: Tagliatelle carbonara.

Soup: Tomato & basil served with warm cheese scones.

Fish: Poached salmon fillet with hollandaise sauce.

Palate cleanser: Champagne sorbet, decorated with physalis.

Main course: Beef bourguinon with creamy mashed potates, purple sprouting broccoli, baby carrots & buttered runner beans.

Desert: Tropical fruit pavlova with butterscotch sauce.

Cheese & biscuits.

Coffee, liqueurs & chocolate mints.

That'll do for the time being.

Gilly wrote:
You seriously could be arsed prepping all that when you know it will be over soon?

Cathars gonna want to hire you as his personal chef.

Course I could be bothered. It might be the last physical pleasure for ages - who knows? Make the most of the opportunity, I say.

Cathar can't afford me.

I would go to Can Manel in Barcelona, and gorge on seafood and paella, all washed down with some chilled Chablis.

Gilly wrote:
Dont be daft, he has a nice bomb shelter with extra space available to sweeten the deal.

I hear he sells them actually, for a living.

novum wrote:
But what's the none-financial cost? It's not worth it! Pig out, and move on to the next phase of existence, I say.