I do not believe any of us would have imagined that two years after that first Sunday roast we would still be attending, scoring, and enjoying this ritual with friends across the city. It has been a wonderful adventure and the quest continues.
I would like to personally thank all of those who have made it possible: Leo, Tim, Elektra, Rob, Neil, Francoise, Pete, Bridgette, baby Max, Roland, Vera, baby Bethany, the dearly missed Debbie, Tamara, Shaun, baby Zac, Ben, Sara, Jeremy, Carole, Dom, Pinar, Oscar, Nick, Sue, Anya, Nate, Olga, Lev, Andy, Asami, David, Jonathan, Kaja, Ben, Freddie, Robin, Melinda, and, of course, all the public houses who unwittingly were judged and laid bare by our eager palates.
Speaking of which, here are two years of scores put into a table and running in descending order. You know where to avoid. <coughs> Sun In Splendour.
and by Grean, I meant Green