Breakfast in Brighton
A friend and I took a trip to Brighton one day, arriving at some ungodly early hour. It being before 7am, we decided to find somewhere to get some breakfast after the long journey. There was a nice little 24 hour cafe/restaurant on the seafront, so in we went. I didn't need to look at the menu, as I long ago worked out that double eggs, chips and beans (with a slice of toast for mop-up duties) is God's own meal.

Me: "Double eggs, chips and beans please."

Waitress: "Can't have that, it's not on the menu."

Me: "Really?"

[looks at menu, sees nothing but various food combinations featuring eggs, chips, and baked beans and sundry other classic British artery hardening foodstuffs]

Me: "But you do serve eggs, chips and beans..."

Waitress: "You can only order the combinations listed."

Me: "Well can't you just give me the egg and chips and add on some baked beans?"

Waitress: "That combination isn't on the menu."

Me: "You can just add on an appropriate amount to cover the additional beans."

Waitress: "I'll have to see if the chef will allow it (wtf?), we don't normally allow such things."

They grudgingly gave me what I ordered, but they made it clear they were really going out of their way and were doing me a real favour. I wouldn't have minded, but we were the only ones in there at that time of day. This country ...
(Parkingtigers, Mon 16 May 2005, 13:36, Reply)