Those of you fortunate enough to have seen Whatever Happened to Baby Jane will remember the scene well: the wheelchair-bound Blanche reaching fearfully for the silver plate-cover, her horror at the sight of the dead rat lurking beneath. Here on the Euston Road, barely a mile from The Ivy, ( www.the-ivy.co.uk) similar fare is dished out to the hapless hospitalized.
Today's lunch, a burnt offering served up by the wildly mis-named Comfort, featured deep-fried potatoes, polka-dotted black with rot. Three small morsels - ha'pennies rather than medallions -of lamb, had clearly been finished off in the hospital incinerator. Worse still was the cauliflower - a forlorn, tasteless little growth of battleship-grey, faintly redolent of low-tide bilge.
Aintcha hungry?
roasted??? bullshit they were fried!!!
cut out the rot/tatty by name...
poor lamb!
incinerated lamb and cauli bilge.
somebody needs the loo
chicken what? chicken shit.