The curse of the man with the lips too big for his head strikes again.
After half an hour wait the lads chicken burger turns up - fuck all chicken, massive onion ring and half a cabbage all poked on a big stick and dry as fuck. My Yorkshire lamb Lancashire hotpot arrived with the potatoes uncooked on the top.
Manager...who brought the fuckers over, after I asked the mute waitress if they'd managed the catch the lamb yet, hadn't even bothered to look at what he was serving and then agreed the chicken burger was basically chicken free.
No offer to replace or alternative or very bothered... we're very busy and popular despite Jamie. Didn't give a fuck.
Enjoy the moment you bearded cunt as its going down.