A late addition to the weekend away. The hotel has three restaurants; the default setting books you into the larger, all purpose Pierpont Restaurant which has the usual array of servery and a menu "brought to table"
I go for the P?t?, Roast Chicken and possibly something to follow. The first course is brought by the lad; a full square inch of liver paste topped with a slice of dill pickle
. Asda would have done better.
The main course was sent back because the chicken was re-heated leather
So, I'm sitting there wondering on the next option; waitress approaches...
Waitress:
Y'our-right there?Mr P:
Excuse me?Waitress:
Yer food ok, then?Mr P: No.
I sent it back.Waitress:
Ooh. Can I get you anythink?Mr P:
I'm waiting for my wine?Waitress:
Does she know where yer sat, does she?Mr P:
Excuse me?Waitress:
Yer wife, does she know yer 'ere?Mr P:
I said I'm waiting for a glass of wineWaitress:
Ooh, sorreh, I'm all over t'place tonight, me. I'll go see what's happened, alright?Mr P:
Thank you.Pause ... five minutes.... she returns
Waitress:
There you go! Large glass of dry white!Mr P:
Thank you, only... I ordered the red... !Waitress:
Nooo! Realleh?Mr P:
Yes... Really!Off she toddles to change the wine. In the meantime I'm wondering what to have in place... they're doing stir-fry! You can't fvck that up too much, but sadly wrong; boy manages to burn the chicken in the wok
I end up with bread and cheeses... and more wine
