Better than sex?!

So today my student loan arrived in my bank account. I refrained from going shopping but I did venture out to my favourite restaurant, with my favourite filipino. We went to Room on King Street. She had been to the Liverpool Room, and hadn't been overly impressed so I really wanted her to sample the culinary delights available in Manchester. I began with a curried haddock kedgeree - it was top notch, as expected. Joanna had Surf and Turf (calamari). She was wowed by the starter but it didn't stop there. We both had sirloin steak for our mains (I am normally more adventurous but having had the steak before I knew I was in for a treat!) At this point, Joanna made a controversial comment:

"This is better than sex"...

Although we both knew this was an outlandish statement, and not entirely true, I had a mouth full of juicy, tender steak and felt inclined to agree. If sex were steak, it would be Room steak, medium rare with a side of oh-so-crispy chips. It didn't stop here either. After our completely empty plates had been cleared away I asked for a dessert menu. After finding out that, disappointingly, they no longer had the chocolate fondue on the menu, I settled for chocolate pudding. A small square of chocolate sponge arrived, complete with chocolate brownie, homemade fudge and a strawberry.
No words can desribe the pleasure my tastebuds felt as the last morsel of food went in. This was heaven. And at a very pleasing price too.

Now, I love my food, but I'll eat pretty much anything, good quality or otherwise. But Room, for me, is 10/10 everytime and I would recommend it to everyone I knew, if they weren't dirt poor students.

I'm very full now and very content so I'm going to climb into bed (10pm - how early?!?!) with my book and hopefully rise early enough in the morning to actually get some ruddy revision done.