Dear Guys,
Ditto, ditto and ditto! Only, the salad substituted for the stringy, chewy, inedible beef was a dry, paltry, unappetizing chicken thingy. Yecch! Be afraid...be VERY afraid!
This shoppe does not deserve the custom of ANYONE, except the inhabitants of Fleet Street, who expect a bit of trouble with the meat, the locale, and the proprietors.
Conversation with the Kritzmeister was great fun, however and made up for the indecent fare. Erudite, subtle, scatalogical....who could ask for anything more, I hear you query. Who could ask for anything more? well, let me tell you, dearey:
Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got BK to adore...
I'm so happy with what I got... I want MORE....!!!
Fish to all,
La Jolie Femme