Wotcha.
I had a superb weekend. Received confirmation of something rather important on the financial front and cooked some superb (even if I say so myself) food.
( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:41, 2 replies, latest was 13 years ago)

you're still a massive prick though

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:47, Reply)

Wanker.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:52, Reply)

you micropenis

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:55, Reply)

They are trendy these days, like micro-breweries and micro-pigs.

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:58, Reply)

Click.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:59, Reply)

Bugger, now I feel bad for insulting you further down.

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:00, Reply)

Conversely
I went out to to the Royal Inn on the Park in E9, the scene of some previous roasty glories, with my kid and Lusty's family - for a Sunday roast so poor that we complained and they gave us the entire cost of the food back. Cold veg, terrible roast potatoes etc, really fucking poor, and for £17.50 a head it was inexcusable.

Most disappointing. The staff were really nice about it and we felt dreadfully sorry for them but the meal was toss and I suspect they knew it.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:47, Reply)

they always know.

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:51, Reply)

I saw Lusty's post on FB about that. Shame.
Yesterday I cooked a self created dish of pheasant and partridge casserole. Yum.
( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:51, Reply)

That musthave been like wrestling an ostrich and an emu

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:52, Reply)

Recipe:
Two pheasant & two partridge, skin removed, halved.
Onion & carrot.
Chicken stock, brandy, red wine, juniper berries, thyme & garlic.
Add everything except the meat, simmer for an hour to reduce, then add the meat for 25 minutes (any longer and the game will dry out).

Serve with steamed savoy cabbage and roast potatoes.
( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:58, Reply)

Is this because to you a partridge is the same size as a chicken is to the rest of us?
Morning... x
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:00, Reply)

....and I'm spent.
*wipes*
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:00, Reply)

3 of us managed to eat the whole lot.
After a starter of scallops pan fried with chilli on leaves etc.
( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:01, Reply)

sounds good, i love a bit of game

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:01, Reply)

Our local farmers market is great for game.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:02, Reply)

Your mum's ON the game.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:02, Reply)

hungry hippos

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:10, Reply)

It's amazing what pubs will charge for a roast these days
and for £17 i'd want a fucking happy ending with mine
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:51, Reply)

It used to be worth that money, it really did.
This was shocking.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:52, Reply)

Maybe the chef pissed off, and left a KP in charge.

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:53, Reply)

Or they had a new bod and were just finding out how shit they were...

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:59, Reply)

true,
It's a shame when it happens, I've had stand up arguments with chefs over food quality, they don't seem to understand how embarrasing it is to hand over sub-par food sometimes. One chef used to say "i fucked it up, just get em a bottle of wine" as if that solved all the problems in the world.
( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:02, Reply)

In my experience most chefs do attempt to solve all their problems with a bottle of something.

( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:05, Reply)

This lot just came over with a wad of notes.
All was forgiven, so job well done by the staff - we still tipped them, and did so heavily.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:10, Reply)

you paid in advance?

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:16, Reply)

Yeah, it's an' order at the bar' kind of place

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:18, Reply)

17.50 and you dont get a waitress or waiter?
Fuck. I never pay in advance, always open a tab, at least then you can refuse to pay, in case you get a shitty manager who won't give your money back.
( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:23, Reply)

We opened a tab for the drinks
but Lusty's folks were paying for the food and did so up front: it could have been a very bad move though, so won't be doing that again anywhere...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:30, Reply)

could've been.
I've never understood the culture in restaurants in giving free drinks for bad food. Just because chefs are so precious about their GP and managers are too pussy to fight them on it. If food is late, fair enough, glass of wine, but if food is shit, free food.
( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:36, Reply)

If I'm honest, I never complain on the whole, I just don't go back.
That's not actually giving them a fair chance to rectify the situation but I was brought up to never make a scene and I cannot face it.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:45, Reply)

i get this.

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:11, Reply)

get do
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:24, Reply)

haHA!

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:29, Reply)

London prices innit.
Mrs B and I had Sunday lunch in a pub a couple of weeks ago. Two courses each and a nice bottle of wine = £97.
( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:53, Reply)

Jesus fucking christ, were you eating Gold?

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:54, Reply)

No, but included a £30 bottle of Lebonese red wine.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:56, Reply)

They make some fucking delicious wines over there.
cf Morocco.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:57, Reply)

And Israel.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:59, Reply)

Some of theirs are fucking vile though, like Jewish Ribena

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:00, Reply)

I've said it before and I'll say it again
I LIKE my wine to taste of Ribena.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:47, Reply)

My cousin is having a 50th birthday party and is having a meal at Morgan M, I'm well looking forward to it.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:48, Reply)

I'll bet you are.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:49, Reply)

fair enough.

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:58, Reply)

alright Monts?
I didn't see Dave Clarke, it was sold out, but my mate went and Dave Clarke played one of his tracks.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:52, Reply)

I listened to that archive download Broady linked to, some good tunes on there.
Made my morning power walk even faster today.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 8:56, Reply)

proper techno

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:06, Reply)

Sounds great!

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:08, Reply)

This is a hideous lie.
Like you could afford to pay £17.50 a head for lunch.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 5 Nov 2012, 9:13, Reply)

Morning everyone
How in the name of holy fuck can you cock up a roast dinner?

I'm not the greatest chef in the world, but a Sunday roast is a piece of piss.

And at £17.50 a head, I'd be expecting a BJ under the table from the waitress.
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Mon 5 Nov 2012, 10:08, Reply)