We arrived in good time for an early Sunday lunch as midday was the only table available. The welcome was warm and we were all set for a happy get together at a good local restaurant. However, the wait was longer than acceptable; meanwhile, the room was steaming up and not in a good way. An unpleasant fatty smell does not keep the taste buds tingling! Once our food arrived, all was well though I noticed immediately we had few fresh vegetables. Plenty of roast potato and huge Yorkshire puddings (why are these always served, even with shoulder of lamb?) Never mind, I thought, I'll ask for more cabbage. But no! Apparently the portions are all controlled and the waitress patiently explained to me, as though I was at school, that if we had more vegetables there would be none left for everyone else. What kind of peculiar restaurant is this? I'm afraid I was incensed by such a daft attitude to my request. All smiles and then such pettiness. Pudding was fine an, by then, our request to open a window (no) but a door (yes) had been noted. My tip reflected the feeling that meanness is probably contagious. Please don't forget who pays for the vegetables, especially when the bill for Sunday lunch for 3 is nearly £90.
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