Pre theatre disaster.
When our soup came, it was tepid. I was hungry and didn’t have a lot of time, so I had started on it anyway. By the time I got half way through, it was stone cold.
I was with a friend who I hadn’t seen in ages, so I didn’t want to be making a fuss…
Then our mains came. I had ordered the chicken schnitzel. Breaded chicken in my book is never a particularly good idea. It was served on a very tired and utterly redundant “Salad” which had been drizzled with a pink plastic mayo, on top of which was a monstrous dollop of Tomato sludge, which like the pink mayo tasted intensely artificial. There was a side order of French fries. After a couple of mouthfuls, my suspicions were confirmed, this dish was foul! What I found most disconcerting was that no one came to ask why I wasn’t eating my main. Once my friend had finished hers (The Risotto, which she said was fine) our plated were eventually cleared the waiter was about to leave our table without even asking why I hadn’t eaten my food. I let him know I hadn’t enjoyed it, which induced a strange mumbling from which I managed to decipher that he was going to take it off my bill. Fine. He returned offering desserts and coffees. A noble conciliatory gesture, I thought. I ordered an espresso and asked he bring the bill. The coffee came, it was burned and unfortunately very much on the bill.
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Chris McMillan - 01/02/2009