With the memories of last summer vivid in my mouth, I strolled down the stairs to the re-arranged basement entrance area, where Parx allocated one window for placing orders, and the other for pick-ups – a good social-distancing one-way system. The food menu was still there and looked as scrumptious as ever; but my mission was clear that day.
Our drinks arrived first, and I looked at mine in despair. Judging the book by its cover, I was expecting a weak, pale, milky concoction. I gave it a stir and then I spotted bits of melted chocolate on the bottom of the glass – a reassuring sight.