It’s worth queuing
If these people look miserable they probably have reason to. I was frozen after drawing outside so decided to treat myself to coffee and a bite to eat. Both Carluccio’s and Wagamama’s nearby, had long queues so I thought I’d try this place – which will remain nameless. I ordered a warm chicken salad. They must have employed a poet to write the menu, because it sounded tempting. However the salad consisted of very wet, flavourless iceberg salad, tomato and cucumber, some cubes of toast (that I think were supposed to be croutons) and some warm wet vinegary pieces of foam rubber (which by a process of elimination must have been the chicken). The whole thing was splattered with Heinz salad cream – the last time I was given that condiment was in the early seventies by an aunt who thought that garlic was the work of the devil. And it cost me just as much as a far better meal at the other two restaurants.Well I suppose it’s good to know despite the dramatic improvement in culinary standards here in the UK we still have a few traditional bastions of dire English food to entertain the tourists.