Had a burger last night in a local pub. It arrived on a wooden platter, piled so high that it had to be held together by a wooden spike. The chips came in a miniature frying basket, and ketchup was in a tiny pot. It seems like every pub is reading from the same script... creating a meal that looks good, as the waitress delivers it to your table, but which is damn near impossible to eat. I suppose it means they can charge an extra couple of quid 'for presentation', as they try to convince cusomers that they're getting something a bit special; shame the burger was dry and almost tasteless...
A shepherd's hut on the Kirkstone Pass...
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