Wednesday is the hotel staff day off and we have to fend for ourselves. Unfortunately the daily ritual of chef's soup of the day and various homemade cakes at 16.00 as we leave the slopes is broken. We decide to head en masse to Heinrich and Fritz Roma's rib joint. Keen to impress we are welcomed by the ribs of a herd of buffalo shown in the images, this is accompanied by 18 slices of full garlic bread and enough cabbagey stuff to choke a horse. I managed a couple of racks, but the lack of a decent sauce made it difficult. No BBQ sauce in these regions the choices of sweet chilli and garlic sauce were met with strange looks. Anyway not as good as Toni Romas or Macaronis and should cut down on the meat and serve better sauce. Couple of beers and obligatory couple of schnapps and then the walk home at minus 20. Fuelled by a day of beers, wine, ribs and schnapps I plucked up the courage to hit the slopes with an upturned bin lid and created purple run number 1. The unflattering footage will remain within the Longmuir vaults.
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