Sorry to end the month on a downer, but I think this has to be shared.
I no longer eat at the canteen at work. The reasons are varied, and include steadily deteriorating portion sizes, a reduction in options and eye watering prices. The thing that finally put paid to my days as an occasional canteen customer, though, was this.
This was sold as a Yorkshire pudding.
I don’t know what it was made of or how it was produced. It was not a Yorkshire pudding. It neither looked nor tasted like one. And even leaving aside the hideous insult this presents to my homeland, and taking it only on the merits of it being a foodstuff someone had prepared, it was pretty much inedible. Somehow its creator had created a substance that was simultaneously chewy and inedibly hard.
Anyway, it was a little while ago now and I’m not nearly as upset as I was, but I will be referring the matter to the police all the same.
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This reminds me of the time we were having lunch at that food court at the top of headrow shopping centre thingy in Leeds. You’d had enough of the gristle pie, said, “excuse me,” whilst grimacing at what was on your fork and walked off to have a word with the staff.
Oh wow, a sighting of Pernickety Dickhead Chris in person? What a tool that guy was.
He did have a point. There wasn’t much meat in the steak pie we were both eating. I’m less fussy; as long as it’s hot and beefy, and not looking back at me, then I’m fine with that.