I don’t get the hate for eating on trains, do you people never go out to eat?
Of course not @FelicityBeedle. Not with those plebs such as you might find on tube journeys, or at, say, La Gavroche.
I for one will only consent to dine out if Gordon Ramsay or at a pinch Heston Blumethal (NEVER Marco Pierre White, we all know the French have no shame in matters of whiffiness) guarantees that not only will all other customers be turned away frostily at the door, but that my dining companion is removed before the amuse bouche hit the table.
Waiters must be no more than 8 minutes from their last shower, but are forbidden from any SMELLS such as deodorant, perfume, or heavens forfend, clothing that has been worn for more than one hour.
Inbetween courses, the entire restaurant area must be steam cleaned by appropriately showered-&changed- housekeeping staff, & before the bill is presented, I need to see the dry-cleaning receipt for the wallety-thing it is exhibited in. My dining companion may rejoin me as the taxi draws up.
Ah, the JOY of indulging in the carnal delights of fine dining!