I find a best indicator to the quality of an indian meal is how quick liquid flies out my arse, matched only by the ferociousness of it. I've never thought to look or take much notice or of the indian guy who sat on the next table to judge the quality of what im putting in my mush.
I find a best indicator of judging the quality of an indian an meal is how quick and the level of ferociousness of the liquid flies out my arse. I never thought to look or much notice or of the indian guy who sat on the next table.
I find a best indicator of judging the quality of an indian an meal is how quick and the level of ferociousness of the liquid flies out my arse. I never thought to look or much notice or of the indian guy who sat on the next table.
My grandad decided to buy drinks 2x diet cokes and 3 normal (not share size) packets of maltesers £9.50!!!!!! Robbing bastards, I went back to check they hadn't made a mistake - a normal smallish back of malteser is £1-fucking-50.
Back in the day when my Dad was in the pub trade he arranged a table football and pool night against the wheatsheaf a couple of times a year great nights , food was brilliant too
Proper random one I know and completely irrelevant to the Wheatsheaf. But I learnt the other day how Michelin starred restaurants became a thing.
Scroll on if you're not interested, but I've always loved a bit of useful information that's completely useless!
So in France, when the motor car was first out, people tended to only do short trips and stay local. No good for a tyre company wanting people to wear out their rubber and buy new tyres. So somebody from the marketing department at Michelin started printing maps. On which they printed places of interest to visit and restaurants and cafes. They then starred them, in relevance to popularity. The more popular, the more stars! So what started as a marketing ploy to sell more tyres, became what it is today.
Proper random one I know and completely irrelevant to the Wheatsheaf. But I learnt the other day how Michelin starred restaurants became a thing.
Scroll on if you're not interested, but I've always loved a bit of useful information that's completely useless!
So in France, when the motor car was first out, people tended to only do short trips and stay local. No good for a tyre company wanting people to wear out their rubber and buy new tyres. So somebody from the marketing department at Michelin started printing maps. On which they printed places of interest to visit and restaurants and cafes. They then starred them, in relevance to popularity. The more popular, the more stars! So what started as a marketing ploy to sell more tyres, became what it is today.