"Call me Ishmael!" I thought as my wife's fish and chips were delivered - the fish on her plate was the size if Moby Dick. Unfortunately my portion was more like Finding Nemo. Don't get me wrong, the fish was nice, I just felt cheated by the unfair portion sizes. I could have also lived without the peas - they were saltier than the seadog Ahab himself.
To continue the nautical puns "RELEASE THE CRANACHAN!" I yelled as I ordered desert. Unfortunately it was a mess - ie, cream, meringue and raspberry - rather than than containing the whisky soaked oatmeal one would expect.
Service consisted of two disinterested teenagers who told us to sit where ever we wanted and performered their waitressing duties with zero banter or enthusiasm.
Highlight of the trip? The odd Canadian dude who slipped me a chocolate on his way out when he saw me sitting with am empty plate in front of me. I don't think he's a member of the regular staff though...
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