
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 sh*t. Invariably. Inevitably. Sh*t. 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.
Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.
Octopus
One greasy tapas serving did not end well
Apart from getting it knocked off the bill
10 characters? Pile of cund.