I feel icky...
Since moving to London from sunny Australia the number of bad meals is so numerous that I have stopped counting. My favourites are...

1. We caught a bus with other smelly tourists to Salisbury to see Stonhenge and the cathedral. We went to an 800 year pub as recommended. We were broke so I ordered the cheapest thing, a baked potato with sour cream, can't go wrong. Out came a potato that had been in the oven for a week and was dry and tough. The sour cream was quite obviously sweetened whipped cream for desserts with lemon juice in it. When I complained to the waitress she confirmed that the chef does indeed mix lemon juice and the whipped cream to make 'sour cream'. She then wandered off like she was asked this all the time. I can't describe the disgusting taste of the meal.

2. A pub in north London. My wife ordered the curry special. The waiter come out with the food and is apologetic that they have run out of naan bread and have substituted a normal bread roll, we aren't bad people so we tell him that it's no problem and begin our meal. My wife breaks off a bit of the bread to dip in the curry sauce and tells me its a bit stale, and when i have some it is stale but since it's being dipped in hot curry it isn't a problem. The third bit broken off has a large spot of mould on it, she turns the roll over and it's covered in mould spots. We call the waiter over and point this out to him, he looks at the roll and says that's terrible. And walks away. Never to return. Not with a replacement roll. Not with an apology. Nothing.

3. And every single fast food place in the country is disgusting and dirty especially the kebab shops. Even McDonalds and Burger King are filthy and unkempt. Except the fish and chip shops, they are tasty and dirty.

I still however seem to gain weight.
(unclehunty, Sun 30 Apr 2006, 19:29, Reply)