Stratford-Upon-Avon (Part 2)

Friday's dinner was at a restaurant called The Opps. One thing N and I seem to suffer from though, when we eat out, is invisibilty. When we sit down at a table it always seems to require a request for a menu to be given to us rather than it be given automatically by our server. The two blokes who came in shortly after us (who were probably gay by the looks of them) were served much quicker. It makes it difficult to complain too much before your meal is served because you are tempting the offended waiter/waitress to gob a load of phelgm or worse onto your plate and mix it in with your food! Sick, I know, however I once worked with a guy who knew that went on when a customer would complain. Anyway dinner turned out to be excellent and it was a very pleasant if somewhat chilly walk back to the guest house...

To be continued.