Tis the season and all that but all the festive cheer in the world wasn’t going to avert this disaster. I’m not even sure I can bring myself to review it properly.
The scene was The River Lodge Pub, early on a Wednesday night in December where pre-entertainment sustenance was in order. It’s a pub, I wasn’t expecting miracles. I wasn’t quite expecting this either.
The chips were passable. The fishfingers were of a frozen standard variety, could have fitted another one in there though to my mind. The bread, oh, the bread. It was just bread, white sliced. No salad, no seasoning, no smear of low fat butter substitute. Just bread. It was a crime against sandwiches, I did not enjoy it and based on the experiences of my co-diners I probably wont eat there again. A shame! But good reason to find the next fish finger sandwich as soon as possible and erase this from my memory.
Overall, 2 out of 10. It would have been a three but I’m also outraged by paying four quid for a pint of lager so they lost one for that too.
Food. Boom. 