"Great restaurants are, of course, nothing but mouth-brothels. There is no point in going to them if one intends to keep one’s belt buckled.
Frederic Raphael (1931-)"
I mean - I can sort of see where they thought they were going with it, but really? At very best - Mr Creosote whipping it out at the table. At worst it makes me think about exploitation.
Pity as I was quite fancying the menu up till that point, but don't think I could face anything in a white sauce...