 FIRST, an apology. I don't know why I did it, I just did. I can only promise that it won't happen again. It's not really in my nature and it was a one-off aberration. My crime? Readers of a more sensitive disposition may want to look away now, but here goes: I ordered a seafood starter and then followed it up with a seafood main course. There, I've come right out with it. It's on the page and no longer on my conscience and I already feel strangely salved. I have excuses of course. It was my anniversary. I have been on medication. I suffered a deprived childhood during which we were allowed fish only on a Friday. But the truth is that I love the stuff - I am a seafood obsessive. And if I'm honest I was just being shellfish, er, selfish (see what I mean). The scene of the crime? The Golden Lion at Rossett, and I know what you're thinking. How can a restaurant reviewer offer a well-rounded assessment when he is so single-minded? Luckily, I had Beverley with me - after all it would have been an odd anniversary celebration without her! Anyway, let's begin at the beginning - a very good place to start, as Julie Andrews so sagely pointed out all those years ago. We enjoyed drinks at the bar - one of those stripped-down, wooden minimalist affairs that can often appear unwelcoming. Thankfully, there was a good atmosphere, helped by the authentic craic supplied by a party of Irish visitors in the corner who were busy doing what the Irish do so well, creating a good-natured hullabaloo which even developed into an impromptu sing-song at one stage. This was at 8pm! | 
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