It was my 28th birthday and my then girlfriend (now wife) had a glorious evening planned of a taster menu at a vegan Michelin Star restaurant.
I had spent the day at work looking at the Nando’s menu salivating at the amount of chicken I was planning on eating with a pack of Rennie at the ready for afters.
Alas this was not to be fate, we sat in a cave – yes a cave. I appreciated the cool damp atmosphere as someone who typically runs hot.
I did not appreciate the 10 course ‘meal’ that followed. Now you might think wow 10 courses, but those familiar with this level of dining will know that these courses were bite size and therefore I had 10 mouthfuls of food.
The level of disappointment could not be hidden from my face as the first course was a single piece of asparagus with salt and pepper. What followed was what was probably intended to be a deconstructed vegan Sunday roast (on a Tuesday night) finished with a mouthful of crumble and custard.
Even my wife who is a foodie had to accept that this was not the one and couldn’t even sell it as an experience.
The final injury to insult was my wife ‘forgetting her purse’ meaning the the £230 bill was paid for by me when all I wanted was a lemon and herb (don’t judge me) platter with coleslaw and peri peri fries!
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