It’s Tuesday. I’ve been shopping at The Mall. I’ve a couple of hours to waste before going to the 02 Academy.
Pop in here and have a bite to eat and a drink maybe?
It looks like a pub … but it’s a Harvester. Harvesters like to pass themselves off as pubs. But they’re not. Not by any stretch of the imagination
For example … the only cider they offer is draught Strongbow or Blackthorn or perhaps a tempting bottle of Magners. Original or Pear. Bleugh. Stop it now.
A gaggle of shop workers come and join me at the bar, this is obviously a regular stop off on the way home. Poor dears.
But perhaps, despite the bar, it’s a pub-food serving restaurant? Maybe. But what’s all this about “as much salad as you can eat”? What sort of respectable pub-goer wants to eat salad?
And there’s no jacket potatoes or sandwiches on the menu … it’s all steak, grills and combos. It’s monstrous and I want to leave right now.
At the table behind me sit a couple of young men. One of them asks the waiter if he can “Get a spit roast please” … and then he and his partner go back to discussing the benefits of cruising. It’s a few moments before I realise that they mean the high seas variety! But it’s sad that this was the highlight of my visit – and purely down to my childish sense of humour …