Today a friend and I walked our dogs around a local beauty spot and then went for Sunday lunch (pre-booked) at a pub where we'd been told the food was good. I had beef, my friend had turkey. My plate contained two slices of rather rough-looking beef, one slice nicely pink but the other, hidden underneath, still raw in the centre with unrendered fat. I showed the waitress and asked if I could have two slices pink like the first. My plate came back with two tough, well-done grey slices, and half a pint of extra gravy sloshed over the top for disguise. Meanwhile my friend was prodding at her turkey: it was wet and slimy in texture. Spongy. We presumed it had been heavily injected with brine to keep it moist. When you pressed it with a fork it oozed clear liquid. It wasn't nice.
The broccoli was mush, the giant carrot (served whole) was coated in thick syrup. I love my carrots but I couldn't eat this one. The 'crunchy goose-fat roasties' were pale and soft. It was only £15.99 each, so I wasn't expecting perfection, but I didn't expect it to be quite so disappointing.
When the waitress came back and asked us 'Everything okay? How's the food?' my friend showed her how squidgy the turkey was and said 'It's nothing personal, but people told us the food's good here and we were hoping for better.' Five minutes later the waitress came back and offered us free puddings, but neither of us are pudding people so we said thanks but no thanks. Then we put all the meat we couldn't eat (which was most of it) in dog poo bags to take home for the dogs. I went to pay and they had only charged me for drinks. I said thank you, that was very kind of them, but we had enjoyed the Yorkshire pudding and the parsnips and sprouts, and we were taking home half a pound of meat for the dogs, so I was happy to pay for one meal at least. They said no.
Now I feel a bit of a shit. Were we unreasonable?