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So, the Travelodge we stayed at on Friday night is attached to a Little Chef, where I had breakfast on Saturday morning.
Me: "Can I get an omelette, please?"
Waitress: "We're out of omelettes."
Me: "..."
I mean, that really, really, sums up the state of this country: a "restaurant" where they can serve you a fried egg, even scrambled eggs, but still can't get an omelette out to you. I almost cried. I did laugh. Not in the face of anyone there; that would've been very rude and un-British of me, right? Still. I can make a omelette - not very well, but I do know that it involved 2 or 3 eggs, and a bit of skill in cooking it right in the pan (which should be pre-heated and as hot as possible, the aim being to cook the egg very quickly to allow the mixture to retain its texture).
However, Little Chefs, being that they are always, without exception, just outside the radius of the nearest large settlement (this one: Salisbury; other examples I know of are near but not quite in York, Yeovil, Andover, Warminster), attract the gunk-de-la-gunk of the local GCSE-dropouts, and that clearly includes the "chef". If she'd spent more time learning to cook than dyeing her hair shocking pink, maybe she'd know how to make an omelette. She probably would be over-qualified for Little Chef. Heck, I know I am.
And here was I thinking that you can't make an omelette without breaking any eggs.
Me: "Can I get an omelette, please?"
Waitress: "We're out of omelettes."
Me: "..."
I mean, that really, really, sums up the state of this country: a "restaurant" where they can serve you a fried egg, even scrambled eggs, but still can't get an omelette out to you. I almost cried. I did laugh. Not in the face of anyone there; that would've been very rude and un-British of me, right? Still. I can make a omelette - not very well, but I do know that it involved 2 or 3 eggs, and a bit of skill in cooking it right in the pan (which should be pre-heated and as hot as possible, the aim being to cook the egg very quickly to allow the mixture to retain its texture).
However, Little Chefs, being that they are always, without exception, just outside the radius of the nearest large settlement (this one: Salisbury; other examples I know of are near but not quite in York, Yeovil, Andover, Warminster), attract the gunk-de-la-gunk of the local GCSE-dropouts, and that clearly includes the "chef". If she'd spent more time learning to cook than dyeing her hair shocking pink, maybe she'd know how to make an omelette. She probably would be over-qualified for Little Chef. Heck, I know I am.
And here was I thinking that you can't make an omelette without breaking any eggs.
