tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248139855347807926.post4994780014290202199..comments2024-03-29T08:15:11.523+00:00Comments on John Medd: Tales from the greasy spoonJohn Meddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10547777949324509522noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248139855347807926.post-53022708824304842032016-03-18T13:35:00.905+00:002016-03-18T13:35:00.905+00:00I fondly recall ordering a breakfast omelette and ...I fondly recall ordering a breakfast omelette and chips on holiday in that foreign once and receiving a hearty egg-based confection with chips poking out of it as if it were a cartoon representation of bangers and mash. Do You Do Any Wings?https://www.blogger.com/profile/16464188169541771585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248139855347807926.post-72080952875282555122016-03-16T18:58:44.740+00:002016-03-16T18:58:44.740+00:00Must be something to do with health and safety.
Must be something to do with health and safety.<br /><br />Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3248139855347807926.post-18304681542528141932016-03-16T17:30:04.447+00:002016-03-16T17:30:04.447+00:00Reminds me of the time I was on holiday with the f...Reminds me of the time I was on holiday with the folks in 1970 or thereabouts. We were in a greasy spoon and Dad asked me what I wanted for lunch. 'Beans and chips' I said. The waitress came over to take our order. Dad ordered for himself and Mum then pointed to me and said '...and beans and chips for him'. The waitress didn't bat an eyelid. 'I'm sorry, we only do sausage, beans and chips'. 'He doesn't want a sausage though' replied Dad. 'I'm afraid we only do beans and chips with a sausage' she said. 'He just wants beans and chips' said Dad, a bit louder and going slightly red in the face. 'Well what are we supposed to do with the sausage?' asked the waitress. 'I don't know. You can give it to the cat for all I care,' said Dad, Mum tugging at his sleeve to keep him from going ballistic, 'he just wants beans and chips......'. <br />Dad and I laughed about that exchange every so often for the next 35 years, but at the time I wanted the ground to swallow me up.The Swedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13237251779370596904noreply@blogger.com