The Old Lady who Sends things back

I am turning into The Old Lady Who Sends Food Back. 

Evidence:

1. Returned fries in Macdonalds. They were cold and floppy. The fries at Mickey Ds are usually the best part of the meal. Replacement fries offered no prob at all. Result: happy meal!

2. Couldn’t find any avocado in lobster, bacon and avocado club sandwich in All Bar One (Oxford). Very Nice Waitress went to kitchen and brought some out in a dish. While she was gone, found some mashed avocado lurking under a lettuce leaf.  Apologised to VNW. Result: double helping of avocado (and decent tip for VNW)

3. Ordered a halloumi and spiced pear salad in Fox and Hounds pub near Wantage. No sign of any pear (although salad very nice and spice easily detectable). Was told pear had been liquidised and formed part of the salad dressing. Really? Result: disbelieving expressions all round (three of us were having the salad). Wished there had been real pear on the plate 

 

Walked on the Ridgeway in Vale of the White Horse. Caught up with old friends, and went to a wee folk gig in Uffington to hear a band from Prince Edward Island, Ten Strings and a Goatskin. Didn’t win raffle prize of a lovely cake baked by local WI. Band member advised audience that a gig only counts as “folk music” if there is a raffle. He could be right! Wish I had won that cake, it looked great.  

(that’s not The Raffle Cake btw, but it looked quite like that)

Next day saw us hit the motorway again to begin the long trek home. Not so much fun in this direction, the weather getting colder and dreicher with every hour north.