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shit restaurants
as usual i lost the discussion / argument of where to eat last weekend and we ended up in the olive press. what a load of shite. the food was all there ready to be warmed up and the chef was a turd burglar. he kept shouting and mouthing off to the waitress (who was a fit little portugese girl, i would) and acting like gordon ramsey. i think he thought he was the bollocks because he was head chef.
it pissed me off that we had to sit in a restaurant eating pre-prepared food listening to a self important prick in funny clothes and when he started flipping on a younger lad for not shouting the waiter loud enough it took the piss.
i'm not one to complain but it was like a maccies kitchen.
'two chickens'
'two garlic bread one with cheese'
i understand that chefs need to talk to eachother to get things done but you don't need to scream at the top of your voice, especially when you are in an open kitchen.
the people in the tables either side of us complained and the waitress just said 'they are very noisey today, i'll tell the manager'.
stupid cunting shitty chef!
rant over.
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