My sister loves the Hellenic Eatery. That's where she had her 50th last year. You'll remember me grizzling about it as it was the same night as the Champions League final. I thought the food was OK without being anything special, but the portions were good and they were obviously decent people running the joint.
This year she was unable to go there on her birthday due to my sister-in-law's condition. The owner got to hear about it, tipped one of her friends the wink to keep her away from the kitchen until early evening and turned up on her doorstep in Bedwas with his daughter and all of their favourite dishes in his van. Top man.