Unfortunately, it's the worst kind of chinese food. Not for me the glories of incandescent orange gloop coating my balls, nor a good, greasey chow mein. No ribs in brown Bisto lumps or congealing duck with tinned pineapple chunks.
No, I'm going to a supposedly 'good' chinese restaurant, where they serve the kind of bland, miserable pap you get in China.
The only saving grace is that I can drink. And I intend to do so with not a little gusto.
What sort of dinner fills you with feelings of disappointment beforehand?
Indian.
No matter how much I enjoy eating it, I always regret having done so as soon as I'm finished.
See also a full English breakfast.
I'm done with the British 'Indian'. I've probably been eating it for, what, 40 years? Because it's what you do. But it's shít. Invariably. Inevitably. Shít. It bears absolutely no resemblance whatsoever to Indian food, which is invariably excellent.
In fact, it's the exact opposite to Chinese food.
We have arrived at a great truth today.
Any black tie do where you just know you are going to a get a mushy, mass catered standard chicken / beef dinner.
they are exactly the type of thing this was made for...
or a black tie do where you will receive poncy presentation of a any type of food whose quantity wouldn't satisfy a budgie. ****s.
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One greasy tapas serving did not end well
Apart from getting it knocked off the bill
10 characters? Pile of cund.