I went to a “restaurant” near the Olympia today. I wish I could remember what it was called so that I could be libellous. I ordered a lamb and mushroom stir-fry with rice. The stiry-fry was hot. But then so is shit, fresh from a dog’s arse. And this concoction tasted little better.
Now I don’t waste food. I tend to finish what’s on my plate. Call me old-school, call me fat, I just eat what’s there. Not today. For the first time in living memory, I left over half a plate worth of, ermm, I hesitate to call it ‘food’. What the “restaurant” described as “lamb” tasted more like what I imagine rat or donkey to taste like. Gristle and fat content were disgracefully high, and left at the edge of the plate. Fuck the other diners, I wanted them to see that I was spitting out half the meat. (Matron!)
Tomorrow, I’ll name and shame them. Disgraceful. Avoid! And in case you’re interested, the aroma was shit.
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