“So, so… so how was it for me? Well, you know how it was for me. It was vile. The caesar salad was a compost of what might have once been aspidistra. The pasta came on a plate that was so hot, it burnt the waitress through the dishcloth. It had either been blasted in an industrial microwave or seared in an oven. The pasta had been made ages before and was as soft as old cornflakes. The rocket was a green sludge, the cheese pulsating puddles on top, and the chicken papier-m
yeah, I did, yesterday
does that really refer to one restaurant??? let me know so I can stay away from it when i visit in April….
God, I just LOVE reading that kind of thing, the acerbic wit and word play… almost makes me drool (the word play NOT the food…)
yeah, I did, yesterday
does that really refer to one restaurant??? let me know so I can stay away from it when i visit in April….
God, I just LOVE reading that kind of thing, the acerbic wit and word play… almost makes me drool (the word play NOT the food…)