I ordered two Sunday roasts for take out from the local pub yesterday. The deal is you order it well in advance, and tell them what time you'd like it for. 6.30pm please...
Turned up at 6.30pm, no other cars in the car park, no stirrings from inside. Left it until 6.40pm and called him. Ah yes, we'll be with you shortly. 7.05pm he comes out of the front entrance and leaves it on a table for me. I get out the car and he says 'Ah Yorkshires, won't be a minute'. Ten minutes later he comes out with a bag of Yorkshire puddings.
I take it home and the wife organises it, one veggie, one roast beef.
Jesus, most of it was black bright. I got stuck in, couldn't taste anything. Hit this round, white upside down thing with my fork, I thought it was cauliflower and popped it in my mouth. It was like chewing on those plastic things that get wrapped round fish necks, from the top of cans of beer.
Took it out and turned it over. It was a massive garlic plant with about 16 little pearls of garlic in compartments. I slung it in the bin, five minutes after the wife did. She was all for phoning them up but I discouraged her.
My mouth went as wrinkled as your feet on a two-hour stint at the swimming pool as a kid. Had to have three bars of chocolate to overwhelm it.
She emailed them today and got her money back.
