"the greeting we received was easy to puzzling as we were not sure whether the merciful friendly, rude or bipolar was. a regular village beacon that offers the usual bar menu with very little imagination, so punters get what they deserve, I suppose. there was...”Minty lancashire Hotpot” on the special board, that is one of my favorite dishes all the time, and considering that very few restaurants in lancaster had it actually on the menu, it was for me. what an unauthorized catastrophe. hotpot should be an unpretentious lamb stew, full of carrots and swirls with a lid of cut kartoffels often cooked for an hour or so. Of course, this process must be carried out in a restaurant situation in advance so that it can be served as quickly as possible to the customer. what happened? a catastrophe that is it. As they could even serve the scandal that has arrived before me without showing any embarrassment, it shows that they do not care what the coke looked at them. to the left over boiled lamb, fed into a smoker and covered with sourté potatoes is not a hotpot. it was one of the worst dishes of the “food” I would ever meet and not even consider feeding it to my dog; and if I did, she would not eat it, and she eats everything. they accused themselves of this monstrosity of a teller, and no word was said when they removed it from the table after I had left it after eating two pieces of mouth. they probably knew what I would have said if they even wanted to ask themselves. I am not shy, pubs and restaurants to tell what is good or bad about eating that they serve me, but for once I was stupidly hit that something that should be too right in that was actually served one of their customers. When we waited for the food to arrive, I heard one of the customers who had arrived after telling us that the last part of the hotpot had been sold and it was from the menu. I was slightly fucked that I was this guy, but I wish I was the guy who just missed."
