Saturday 7 June
Our friends Aneurin and Lydia had kindly asked us to dine at Queen's, and even gave us a tour (and a glass of sparkles) beforehand.
Queen's is the home of the Boar's Head tradition at Christmas ("Graecum est; non potest legi," said the boar with a mouthful of Aristotle). A pork product was indeed in the first course, lightly roasted figs wrapped in Parma ham, served with rocket and blue cheese.
Algareiro Albarino 2011 accompanied this and our second course, ravioli of crab and scallop in a spiced prawn sauce.
The main was lush slices of duck breast on celeriac purée, now with a nifty red, Crozes Hermitage Remizieres 2000.
And for pudding, a long finger of mango parfait drizzled with passion fruit glaze, alongside a shotglass of refreshing lime and vodka sorbet.
Afterwards we went back up to the SCR and had a tasting of some varied single-malt scotches.
So it was a merry walk back home, with Holt singing his own Spoonerized (and obscene) version of the Boar's Head to Lydia and Aneurin, as a form of thanks for a fun and memorable evening.