Working class heroes at Sid's Pub, TTDI

So much has been said about Sid's online (like here and here) that I couldn't possibly say better or differently. But I will say this - Sid's is the ultimate catharsis for mid-week pallor, induced by non-negotiable work deadlines and harsh office lighting.

Draught liquid gold soothes the frayed old souls...From L to R: Good ol' Tiger, Blackthorn cider bites and the perfect Guinness pint.

Because we are sensible beings who know it is not proper to ingest pints of happiness without lining the stomach, we also sampled some of Sid's menu of hearty pub fare.

Selective vegetarian H's meal of Veggie Burger (or sandwich rather), bun substituted with wholemeal bread. S'okay, says she. Fries could be thicker, I thought. But good call on not stinging on condiments though, including a bottle of HP sauce all to your own table!

My Ploughman's platter with Scotch Eggs. It came with a fresh crusty bread loaf, which was the only thing that was remotely warm on my plate. Order only if you're trying to match the temperature of your beverages. It'd been years since my last encounter with Scotch Eggs that I just had to have this. 1 and a half Scotch Eggs down, I realised I could've done myself a bigger favour by removing the yolks. The mustard, gherkins and cranberry sauce were very apt accompaniment.

Whitebait fritters - we were expecting tiny, tiny whitebait so when this turned up the size of skinny sardines, we were slightly taken aback. Still, more bite and more flavour! I found the buttered bread triangles somewhat odd, but does add that homey touch, I suppose!

It's very difficult to limit selves once the guzzling gets going, especially when we're having so much fun feeding off each other's negative mid-week energies and nitpicking on the working day. However, we made it out by 11PM, smelling like roses and ready to do it all over again the next day.