My Lunches With Elvis #13: The Beach House

Come to papa…

f there’s one thing you can say for certain about Elvis Alan Presley, the man sure knows how to build up an appetite.

Take last night, for example – rockin’ in The Hot Spot with Kitty Le Roux and her bodacious burlesque babes, The King knocked it out of the car park even though he’d just downed nine pints of Guinness.

In just over two hours. In an initially-gleaming white Vegas onesie that ended up looking like a dalmatian costume.

Of course, the nine pints may also explain why, long after The King’s planned rendition of Blue Christmas was done and dusted he was jolted out of his restful reverie by the hip-shaking closing number by returning home queen Santina Spitfire, the former Greystones lass and Miss Pin-Up champ strutting her not-inconsiderable stuff to Elvis’ Santa Claus Is Back In Town. Like a bat out of hell, Elvis sprang to his feet, and took to the stage. Even though it very clearly wasn’t his number.

The big eejit.

After such latenight shenanigans, a hearty lunch is a must. Especially given the fact that Elvis inevitably slept through breakfast. So, with hair freshly washed and blow-dried by those lovely ladies at Zero One, The King and GG headed back to the scene of the crime, and settled in for lunch at The Beach House. GG settled for Pork & Leek Bangers & Mash, whilst Elvis went a little wild and ordered the Homemade 8oz Beef Burger, with iceberg lettuce, beef tomato, gherkin, melted cheddar cheese and house fries.

It’s always good to try something new.

So, with heavy heart, throbbing head and rumbling tummy, The Artist Formerly Known As Alan Adamson tucked into his beef burger. And all was well with the world once more. How well…? Over to The King…

You can grab yourself another lunch with Elvis right about here. Just be ready to pay though.