I am generally quite easy to please in restaurants. If the food is flavoured well, warm if it should be warm and vise versa, arrives before I become ‘hangry’ (so hungry you’re angry) and I receive adequate attention from the waiter, I am a happy diner.
When the portion is so small that I’m left desiring an entire other meal, arrives an hour after ordering, costs twice what it would anywhere else and the waiter stares blankly and shuffles his feet when you tell him it was ordered medium rare and not well done, I am not what you might call happy.
The Green Peppercorn in Morningside is playing out of its league. I won’t be returning.
On another note, I am very pleased to read this story which contends that drinking green tea doesn’t really prevent breast cancer in the majority of women. Vile, vile stuff, green tea.
Errr, yes, that’s it for now.