Looks nice, doesn’t it? A
well-thought out planned menu, with details of exactly of what you’re getting. Except
that there’s no pictures so you can’t see the actual dishes (probably because
they haven’t been thought through enough) and no calorie information. This fact
might be boring to some people, but it’s a good indication of the portion size
that you’re going to get. What you’re getting here is actually in miniature
format. A lump of mud and some sort of rock placed next to some green leaves. A
breast of chicken that’s passed through a grill as quickly as possible adjacent
to two miniature carrots and they’ve forgot your second cocktail sausage. Three
tiny sugar cube sizes of cake with a slither of sauce to make the dish look
stylish. You’ve paid a fortune for this meal. And this is why I hate posh food.
Next time I’m invited to somewhere that has posh food on the menu, I’m going to
have a big meal beforehand. That way when the meal is collected, I can honestly
say that I’m stuffed.
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