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Feels wrong to be lowering the tone on this thread but what the heck...it's the first time I've actually seen James leave a meal unfinished so I reckon it's post-worthy.
Taste buds (and indeed every other sense) assaulted tonight as we had to go to Revolutions in Clapham for a large group meal. I don't want to dwell too long on it, afterall you do know you're in trouble when the drinks menu is 7 pages longer than the food one so I wasn't shocked by the disaster which ensued. I am, however, always surprised by what passes for food in this country, even at a predominantly drinking focused venue.
Everything about the place is painfully wrong from the garish plastic decor, the unpleasant bouncers, shitty bar-on-a-Friday-night music which was played so loudly I gave up talking (while James actually left the building), two squawking hen parties kicking off right by our table...etc. But this isn't about those things sorry...How could they get these simple dished so wrong?
James' garlic and cheese bread was 'actually rancid' while my flabby grey bean burger came with greasy chips, a smear of what tasted like jam (onion chutney?), a dollop of warm curdled coleslaw and a teeny tiny salad which appeared to be literally so embarrassed by the other offerings on the plate it was hiding underneath the burger.
Yuck.
I suppose sometimes it's good to go to these places to remind ourselves why we choose to go elsewhere.
Does that sounds really f**ing snobbish? ^