Today I had the Victoria Woods two soups (Youtube it) treatment at this pub in Bradford. For starters I had Yorkshire puddings with not very much gravy. You’d walk into this kitchen and you’d see the chef dishing the gravy through a funnel between 11 of us. Put one piece of a ASDA (the thinnest of thinnest) loo roll in my starter and it would of sucked up all my gravy it was that sparse.
After finishing my starter I went over to the cavalry section of the pub only to be turned away because my table number hasn’t been shouted out yet. From then on the pub for me has soviet union written all over it. When our table number was shouted out I was first and was given just two slices of turkey. I’ve never come across rations in my life before in my life so I thought I’d leave it.
When our mains were finished my auntie asked me what I was getting and I replied tired. When the waitress shouted desert I though she meant literally as I stormed out of the pub.
Thankfully I’m safe in Leeds now.
