Hello, hello and a little more hello for you. Where have you been? Hiding indoors like the rest of us? Well, that doesn’t surprise me. There hasn’t been much reason to go outside apart from flicking wet slush at unsuspecting pensioners. Not that I do that of course, I see other people doing it.
Anyway moving swiftly on, I know what you’re here for. Within the confines of the recent Government legislation there are a lots of things we can’t do but there are also still things we can do. Our chefs have been working tirelessly to try and cultivate a menu which speaks to the now, the then and also the could be. They have put together the very finest in cuisine, delivered and served at an arm’s length. Tonight I will be serving you from 50 feet away using these rugby goalposts as social distancing chopsticks.
Take a seat in this somewhat grungy corner (did anyone hear sirens or was that just me?) and I will show you all of the goods we have on display for you today.
FIRST COURSE
House Cured Whetstone Maxipads
with spangled beets and swish turkey slaw
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Bovril de Foie Gras
served with rubber jelly, champagne border collie and brioche aspirin
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‘Borough Market’ Textile Nosecups
stuffed envelope prawn sparkle, cracker anus eye tingles,
organic cheese sentences and bad omen gin stockings
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Little Billy’s Seafood Cocktail
dour elderly gent’s fist, Cornish crab wank cloth, spiced avocados,
elvis prawns with knickerbocker sauce and questionable dialogue
MAINS
Corn Fed Goose Helmet
truffle handspans, “spicy” mashed wishes and a prickly tomato porcupine omelette
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Salmon Pavement
crushed armpit flap cake, glazed grandma and vermouth kisses
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Saddle of Welsh
rolled in profanities and oblongs, served with a fine tart of fish whimsy and tap dancing
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Pan Fried Cod Quoins
clingfilm, nosebleeds, elbow hair cassoulet and sulking parmentier
DESSERTS
Poached Warlock Pears
nightmare ice dreams, dark chocolate snifters and dust
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Outrageous Stripper Macaroons
belly buttons, dandruff and creme brassiere lace
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‘Thick Love Island’
goths, turps, masala Anglaise with soft gnomes and almond kerfuffle
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Shoe Polish Cheesecake
with a mascarpone and flirty Aswad sauce.
Yes madam, the menu has had to be compromised and shortened. It’s a shame really because the lipstick smear puffs were a big hit last year and we have been dying to try out a new flavour of jaunty anagram steak towers. Still, it is what it is. If you are still deciding I can fetch you some refreshments from the drinks pit? Absolutely. I’ll be back in a jiff.
8 comments on “Fine Dining”
This made me do actual lols.
Could you tell me whether the Saddle of Welsh is corn fed and free-range? I don’t eat Welsh unless it’s ethically farmed.
Excellent question. We only choose the very best ingredients so, naturally, the Welsh is free-range.
We have nets in the field.
Do the nets form part of the dish?
If you pay extra then yes. I can’t be giving away free nets willy nay even nilly.
If they’re not in the dish I don’t know why you brought them up. Presumably you’re just bragging about your nets. I find that very crass.
If I want to flex about my nets then I’m gonna. Not all of us can swandle (?) about their brand new houses with comfy slippers on, unlike some people.
Fine. You flex about your nets. But do it while bringing me a basket of warm bread, a bottle of your juiciest house wine, and a finger bowl of whetstone maxipads for me to chew on while I wait for my dinner.
Right away, sir.
The whetstone maxipads are on the house for being such a good sport.