....with Ratatouille. 
What the fucking fuck? Yes it's my fault that I obviously didn't read the menu properly.. I sort of glanced at it didn't really register. Who the hell serves bangers and mash with anything but gravy or beans?
The ssausages were raw and the Ratatouille was ALL over it all so I couldn't even just scrape it off. It smelt and tasted rank. And I like Ratatouille!
It's ruined my day and I've cried. Alot.
Disclaimer; I am pregnant and incandescent with rage at my shit lunch and very hormonal. I'm sure I will look back and laugh at my snotty, crying, heaving self in a few months. 