Once upon a time, on a glowing Mallorcan beach, this sweet baby Megs screamed at her mum for telling her the chicken she was eating was actually squid... she called her evil. A beach shack is a magical place. Always familiar, yet slightly different across the world. Any sense of time becomes a distant idea. People watching from plastic Cerveca and Coca Cola tables, leathery skinned 70 year olds smoke and nap in the shade, kids running riot covered in sticky sun screen, ice cream and sand. All your cares slip away while stacked plates of prawns and squid a la plancha make the rounds. A beach shack anywhere in the world is my favourite place to be. Come down to get a taste of salty sun in your Sunday and let time slip away 💖 PS - indoor seating only.