Fine dining and me have a bit of a love-hate relationship - I love good food but wouldn’t be as big a fan of paying through the nose for it.
You’re more likely to find me scoffing down a bacon bap on a Saturday morning rather than sitting down at a Michelin star on a Saturday night.
But I swapped the butties for the white tablecloths on a recent visit to Strabane, a town perhaps not exactly on the map when it comes to fine feasting.
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