When you get an email telling you what the vest restaurant is, you simply have to click on the link.
Once I scanned down the page I wondered if any "best" restaurant actually manages to put any food on the plate without it looking like Joan Miró i Ferrà was the inspiration. Little dribbles of colour and dots. Lots of dots of some sort of fruit reduced from recognisable fruit to a thin liquid that can be squeezed through a cake icing piper.....
WTF?
More crap from the kind of clowns that go to Glastonbury, not for the music, but "to be seen" amongst the twit class and wannabes. People with their heads so firmly stuck up their arses they can't recognise when someone is taking the piss out of them.
It's all too much like The Restaurant at the End of the Galaxy.....
What no prices?
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