I tend to agree, but probably wouldn't have felt the same when I was 25.
Consider one of my very favourite restarant experiences - I love a Saturday lunch at the oyster bar at J Sheekey. One sits at the counter, elbow to elbow with the stranger next to you. The food is competent, decent seafood - one might start with a dozen natives and a glass of champagne, and move on to a nice piece of turbot with a beurre blanc and pommes allumettes. The service with be efficient and charming and the food fine, or rather better than fine. Nothing ground-breaking there, but I love it for the sense of history in the beautiful art deco surroundings, the sociability of often falling into conversation with other bon viveurs of similar tastes and the feeling of timelessness. Chaps have been doing the same thing in J Sheekey for 100 years... others will tell you that there are better seafood restaurants in London, or that they hate sitting at a counter, or that J Sheekey is overpriced, and they would be correct. Yet it is the thing I enjoy most.
WES prefers an all-you-can eat buffet prepared by slave labour in a concrete hell hole, so fúck him and his moose.
I wondered how long into your well constructed post it would be before the moose ****er was banged to rights
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