meat and two veg

I always thought Ralph was quite definitely a meat and two veg man!"

It is perfectly possible, for example, to analyse your meat and two veg.

Say no to meat and two veg

The main-course menu continues in this basic modern-bistro mode: meat and two veg for the modern Londoner.

She was a plump thirty-eight-year-old woman who had spent eight years running a cheap meat and two veg' dining-room in Exeter.

William was momentarily deflected from his frenetic attack on the meat and two veg, which was doubtless how he described it to himself.

Contrary to catering staff beliefs, these are not actually healthy alternatives to meat and two veg followed by apple pie and custard.

"Meat and two veg"!

From Meat and Two Veg by Fiona Beckett.

I have tripe and biscuits, except on Sundays when it's meat and two veg (and millions of spuds, of course).

Thirty or so years ago their mothers' staple dishes included meat and two veg, pork or lamb chops and shepherd's pie.

It should therefore still be possible for graduates who have happy memories of meat and two veg in the Venetian Gothic building to revisit their old haunt.

For 30 years now, Angus Young has polished those double horns, but what's Satan's meat and two veg in some hands is manna from heaven in others.

You generally come up trumps if you can swing the lead in a Jackie Collins or a Julie Burchill, all baby oil, meat and two veg.

As the year progressed, it wasn't just Noel Gallagher moaning about the Glastonbury bill that prompted people to laugh at the meat and two veg of guitar music.

Most secondary schools serving dinners offer a range of dishes which include the traditional meat and two veg, pizzas and salads or vegetarian dishes at a cost of between 55p and £1.25p a day.

Tories aching for fizz have to accept the meat and two veg reality; and they may remember that, in the fable, Jupiter grew so tired of the frogs complaining about their uninspiring King Log that he sent down a replacement, King Stork, who ate them all.

Annie paused for a moment, thinking of every restaurant where she had found nothing she could eat but a salad, or meat and two veg without the meat, then she gave in to the little surge of devil-may-care excitement that tingled through her and said, "Well, sir, there's always my place."

His accountant had polished her meat and two veg off in under fifty seconds, and had spent the rest of the meal staring at the plate, the cutlery, and from time to time at her fellow diners, in a manner that suggested that she was wondering what they'd taste like, which was in fact the case.