Mood rather improved by a visit to the Harvester [Home of the BBQ]. Nice to know that some things never change like the impressive language of the menu and the ambience which is a cross between Heathrow Terminal 2, a motorway service station e.g. Newport Pagnell and the waiting room for some kind of bizarre new age health clinic - colonic irrigation for table four please, with fries and extra mayo.
Anyway, what is the purpose of the description of the food on the menu in these eateries? You don't get a description at a greasy spoon - oh what a joy that would be - "our deep-fried sausages contain at least 2% meat, a generous portion of sawdust and some specified bovine offal to make 'em extra unhealthy."
I don't want my meat "scorched to perfection" by someone employed under some kind of special hiring arrangements for the terminally acne ridden, if the salad is "garden fresh" does it mean that you get extra slugs with the lettuce?
More truth and less propaganda please, how about "Our pies are freshly microwaved to order and come complete with insta-mix additive rich gravy substitute and reformed potato shapes, all orders accompanied by tinned peas boiled until they're even more tasteless" That should bring the punters flocking in, shouldn't it? - at least they won't be breaking trades descriptions this time....
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
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