Chips

I wasn’t kidding when I said that if a restaurant can’t make chips properly or don’t give you enough then its au revoir to you and your frites.

I went to a local establishment yesterday, of the Brewer’s Fayre variety, and the meal was horrendous. I counted six chips on my plate and the chicken had more fat than my waistline. I’ve never really had an ample excuse to eat chocolate fudge cake but in the name of hunger yesterday I did.

What do you want me to do send it back for people to do unthinkable things too? I wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of that these days I’d rather walk out the door and never come back.

Cheap as chips was the service I got not the bill and the amount of red onion on my plate to fill in the white space was ridiculous. Why try to fool the public like that? I could’ve spent the same money making a roast for four and the chips would’ve been spilling off the plate.

I’ve had more satisfaction from a Big Mac than I did from that meal and as I glanced out of the window of the restaurant the golden arches beckoned to me – I managed to resist though but for how much longer.

My lack of frites has however put me on the right path and I’ve decided I’d rather eat ryvita than a chicken that needs a good workout.