
At Boulters Lock Restaurant, Maidenhead, I order eggs Florentine, hold the muffin.
‘The menu says free range hen’s eggs on a muffin, wilted spinach and hollondaise,’ I tell the waitress when my plate shows up without spinach.
‘Really?’ she says, ‘um, I’ll check,’
Too hungry to wait for the result of the spinach inquiry, I start eating.
‘This hollondaise tastes like sodden vinegared paper from the bottom of a chip bag,’ I tell Catherine.
And then the waitress comes back from the kitchen.
‘There’s no spinach,’ she says.
‘Fuck me,’ I say, ‘I just paid £6 for 2 poached eggs!’
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