In a way it doesn’t matter, you expect to get offered rubbish in a motorway service station café don’t you? Well, yes, but in 21st-century Europe I would like to think that you expect an accurate description of the rubbish you are being fed. And it seems an especially British failing, to be expected to gladly accept something different from what it says on the label. Charnock Richard Services on the M6 in Lancashire, 7 October 2013
The label said ‘Cheese and Onion Toastie’. Subtitle: ‘Cheese and onion in thick-sliced bloomer bread’.
And it wasn’t what it said. The sandwich filling was a milky vinegary substance with a small amount of cheese mixed in, and an even more minuscule amount of onion. Where’s that trading standards officer? What’s he doing, sitting on his backside in an office somewhere. Is he being paid for that?
Looks like vomit. Tastes not a million miles from what you might imagine vomit tastes like if you think about it. Which I couldn’t help but do, as I drove away up the M6. Couldn’t get the sickly taste of the little that I ate of it from assaulting my nostrils.
