Somehow reminds me of...     

I read that with the old Hovis advert music playing in me head.
Aaah the good old 70’’s, a time when kids were an inconvenience and cars were made of tinsel. 

We used to have to wait outside the pub hoping that my dad might pop out with a can of vimto and a packet of crisps.  He was probably only in there for one pint and a chat with a couple of mates, but it seemed like 5 hours when you're hanging around outside waiting.   The only time you got to actually go inside a pub was when you were on holiday and got to go in the "family room" which was about as far removed from the bar as the establishment could make it - occasionally in a shed.  If you were really lucky it had pacman machine that you could take turns to sit at and pretend to play because it didn't work, and there was no chance you were getting 10p to put in it. Sausage or scampi in a basket, and then you had to be out by 6.30pm to avoid pissing off any adults.

Pork loin stuffed with herbs, garlic and  lemon zest wrapped in pancetta.