Inadvertently, it would appear that I have missed one of the funniest stories of the entire Brighton Pride Weekend.
On the morning after the night before, i.e. Sunday morning, we went down to the sea front and sat in a Bar drinking firstly a Pitcher of Pimms & Lemonade before more than a few pints of Magner’s Cider (Apparently the UK’s Premium Choice Cider), we decided to get some food. Considering it had been over 24 hours since we had even thought about food. The Sea Front bar offered a variety of snacks as well drinks and so we found ourselves fingering (Now that’s a first), through the Menu.
Being absolutely shattered, walking far was out of the question and so we decided A Cheeseburger & Chips for Steve and me and a Chicken Burger for Gary with Chips. Nice, Different, Unusual. (I found out today that this is actually someone called “Cath & Kim)’s saying and not Gary H’s) (It took me 3 months after hearing Simon Le Vans saying “Who Dear, Me Dear, What Dear, No Dear” before realising that it was by someone called Tate not Le Vans.
Gary agreed to do the honours and go and order. So we sat and enjoyed the sunshine and waited for our food. We managed to go through about 2 pints (Magner’s of course) before a waitress bought us our food. The two burgers arrived. “Er, ok, just one Chicken Burger left then”, Gary said, as the Eastern European waitress just grinned. And while Steve and I tucked into our food watched Gary wait. Wait and Wait. Wait and wait and wait. Infact, having waited almost 90 minutes we looked at the receipt that was in front of us. Somehow he had managed, probably lost in translation, to only order 2 Cheeseburgers. He had been sat there all of that time and had forgotten to order his own food. Did we laugh? Did we heck!
The two burgers were really rather rank (Should have gone to Jaffa’s at 14 Ship Street), but Gary’s Chicken Burger was just plain foul. It looked more like a Findus Crispy Pancake than a Burger of any sots. It was dry, tasteless and disgusting. So should have gone to Jaffa’s at 14 Ship Street. Gary sat, almost in disbelief. How could it have been so nasty after such long waits?
Gary, now starving having waited 2 hours, had a plate full of fried crap in front of him. You could tell that the look on his face was of pure revolt. How very Dare they? You call this food? Poor Gary looked about to cry. He demanded to see a person in authority and the Manager was called. (Don’t you love seeing a man who knows what he wants?). The manager listened to Gary’s wait and how he didn’t feel that the food was appropriate after waiting so long and it being so nasty. The manager both refunded Gary and gave him a free Pint, plus Steve and I another pint too. Quite happy but still starving Hungry Gary’s free drink and refund came. He then sat there and had the nerve to eat not only the fries but also the Chicken Burger, Bun & Salad, leaving virtually nothing on the Plate he had now been refunded and received a free drink for. Well some people are so fickle. We did laugh. We did take the Mickey. But you know what? If you can’t make fun of your friends, who can you make fun of? Big G, we may have laughed but it was a fabulous weekend, it was so much fun that we are still talking about it now. Moral of this story surely is. You Can Have your Lunch and Eat’. PS – Mr Kipling does make exceeding good KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
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