We spent a pleasant day
in York yesterday. Eating lunch at exclamation mark enthusiasts, Yo!
Sushi! was a wallet busting £50 for me and Mrs Rantyman, but that's
not the focus for this rant.
No, we went afterwards
with friends to the Slug and Lettuce – the one
hidden in the labyrinth behind Stonegate rather than the one looking
down on the river and mocking that pub that always floods.
If you've never
experienced the Slug and Lettuce chain, they are a group of pubs that
think they're upmarket but are in fact just like Wetherspoon's with
the prices doubled.
We intended to have
dessert and so chose items from the menu before heading to the bar to
order.
Dawn French/Morticia
Addams behind the bar informed us there was “at least an hour's
wait on food”. Peculiar as they were busy, but not overly busy.
“Even on desserts?”
we asked.
“They'll be about 40
minutes,” she replied.
As everyone knows, 40
minutes is exactly how long it takes to lift a piece of Sara Lee
cheesecake out of a fridge and put it on a plate with a
strange-looking cluster of berries and a dusting of icing sugar.
We decided to just have
drinks.
An espresso was
ordered.
“A shot?”
French/Addams asked us.
Was this a trick
question? The sarcastic side of me wanted to say “No, we'll have a
pint,” but instead I just mumbled “err, yes”.
Two hot chocolates were
ordered.
“Would you like to
pay a ludicrous amount extra for cream and marshmellows?”
*needle scrapes across
record*
Hold on a moment.
Marshmellows? It's spelt with a fucking a, for Christ's sake.
It's a small miracle I
didn't torch the place at this point.
I played it safe with a beer.
An overdraft-bothering
amount of money was handed over and we retreated to the table. We waited. And we waited and we
waited.
A tray was spotted on
the bar with what appeared to be our drinks on it. It just stood
there.
Mrs Rantyman went to
get it. There was almost a tense standoff due to the health and
safety risk of a non-trained person carrying a tray of hot beverages
twenty feet, but it went without incident.
Our welcome was
outstayed when a member of staff unlocked and opened the disabled
toilet for a mother and child and I managed to push it shut so that
the key had to be requested one more time. Said mother gave me a
stare that almost melted into my skull.
If I was barred from
such a shit pub it would probably be the best thing that's ever
happened anyway, so fuck you, the Slug and the Lettuce.
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