They’re lovely*
You’ve managed to clash hideously with possibly the nastiest bit of Axminster to survive outside of a 1970’s Indian Restaurant.
*
They’re lovely*
You’ve managed to clash hideously with possibly the nastiest bit of Axminster to survive outside of a 1970’s Indian Restaurant.
*
Funnily, it reminded me of the tiled floor in your WC with the misaligned toilet.
EDIT: Yes, I have been looking through your windows while you were on holiday.
Nup, nothing like it. Insufficiently brown.
And the toilet isn’t misaligned…
I’d tell you to complain to the Edwardian builder, but he’s either dead, or on holidays (or both I suppose).
Don’t let that drip on the carpet, or your shoes for God’s sake. Innocent bystanders could have their retinas scorched by the fallout.
why does morticia keep winking at me? she appears to be about 70. This is a weird place, that cooks fish brilliantly
Chernobylsinthe ?
Garnish ?
Very very very long shot, ask her if she used to run The Snow drop in Lewes.
Most punters seem to have vanished
She’s got Sodders in the cellar waiting to fillet him.
they didn’t actually arrive, about 5 tables occupied out of 20
Good luck
food was great, service, atmosphere and decor was eccentric and quirky
Your shoes fitted right in, probaly saved you
Kurt, from Uzbekistan, which are sour, salty cheesey balls.