As far as enticing invitations go, my promise of dinner in a converted bank in Shirehampton on a freezing Thursday night didn’t go down quite as well as I’d hoped.
In fact, my dinner companion was still muttering something under her breath as we arrived at Ruby Jeans. The pavements of ‘Shire’ certainly weren’t the only frosty thing in the village that evening.
Thankfully, my friend soon thawed out once we were greeted warmly by the staff at this newly opened restaurant housed in the old NatWest on The Parade.
