to wonder what the fuck is wrong with PLATES.

[KeemaNaanAndCurryOn]

Just been out for a meal.

Food arrived from the kitchen on either a slate or a giant block of wood.

What the fuck is wrong with plates???

Why do they feel the need to stick my food on something I stick on my roof or a bloody breadboard?

Is it just me? I WEEP for the poor neglected china.

OMG I've just realised - THE CUTLERY WILL BE NEXT!!!

They'll give us proper plates, but we'll have to eat our dinner with eyebrow tweezers and sink plungers.

Perhaps if they didn't spend hours putting things in bowls on boards or stacking things up the food might actually be hot when it arrives?

How could I forget square plates?

Now it's s bread board.

Oh god, Turnip. If some poncey fucker is reading this it WILL be axes and plungers next time I go out.

I've had the chopping board and chips in a plant pot

Worse still - pie, mash and gravy in a cardboard box near me, no wonder it closed down.

Get youself to a Weatherspoons, they have real plates, some of them are square though.

A box??

Gravy and cardboard are not meant to be together.

Do they give you a straw?

I reckon a mirror has already been done.

My work serve stuff on wodden boards, do jenga chips, and do little mini fat fryer baskets of chips too.

I snigger when I walk past the hot plate. Thankfully it all tastes fucking amazng.

They also have these little mini le crueset ramekins with lids that are artfully balanced upright against the pot - they had boards cut specifically to give a little gap for the lid to rest in.

There newest thing which I did a double take of today was a GIANT round plate, totally flat, with a circle no bigger than a pringles lid in the centre det ever so slightly lower. Like a bowl but not a bowl. I contemplated for a whole minute what dish could possibly be served in it.

Loving the tiny axe and block theory.

I really hate the chips in a bucket thing. They go all soggy.

There's a really wanky place near us that thinks, for some reason, that you have to have mugs on a little glass saucer. So they wobble and your tea goes everywhere, and surely the point of mugs is to dispense with the saucer?

gone to far

That what they will be buying next

Squoosh I know what you mean. My Nan had mismatched plates. That was tween and nan.

There's no need for it at all in a restaurant.

Pissy little buckets.
Wire baskets
teeny tiny pans.

PLATES. dammit PLATES.

MyNameIs - I am intrigued by your round plate with a dent. I bet its for a single ravioli with a teaspoon of bubbles foam on it.

That finger cutlery, however, is genius Forty

The only thing I could see fitting was a little sticky toffee pudding, as its about that size, but then I pondered where the sauce and clotted cream would go.... maybe balanced on the mahoosive outer plate part.

Damn being off this weekend - If I remember I will try and get a photo on monday.

You'll definitely have to report back as I am intrigued.

What's wrong with a bowl

soup

I have got (as in, actually paid money for), one of those Jamie Oliver serving board on legs things. .

Never been used. Now on top of the piano holding music and a jamjar of pencils.

I think carpet tiles will be the new serving item. They are retro, cheap, soak up the sauce, can be cut into,different shapes. Will be marvellous.

I've had food served on a chopping board on a plate the other day. How stupid is that?! Everytime I was trying to cut the stuff, the bloody chopping board kept sliding. Useless.

I had a teeny tiny souffle starter served inside an eggshell recently.

Forty that's fantastic, it looks almost impossible to get much soup out of it thus cutting the calorie count massively.

DH once saw Black Forest gateau on a fancy restaurant's menu - hoping for a luxurious slice of cake he ordered it.

Only it was 'deconstructed' so he got a bit of sponge, a cunning little pot of jam and a blob of cream. On an slate.

He still talks about it in blackly disappointed tones.

And everything is split out now...once upon a time, the cheesecake was served in one peice, now its a pile of broken biscuits next to a poo blob of filling, all sat on top.of a shmear of sauce.

And since when do chips need to be triple fried?