The ploughman's lunch is my favourite bit of pub grub that turns a long, sunny Sunday afternoon and a couple of pints of good beer into a little bubble of heaven.
This, however, is an abomination in the eyes of God and man.
Monday, 14 January 2008
Ploughman's Lunch
The ploughman's lunch is my favourite bit of pub grub that turns a long, sunny Sunday afternoon and a couple of pints of good beer into a little bubble of heaven.This, however, is an abomination in the eyes of God and man.
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Huh? All I can see is a moist towelette, a packet of salt and three moth balls. What kind of futuristic food-pill technology makes that have any resemblence to the plate of bread and cheese in the upper picture?
ReplyDeleteThat would be the obscured packet of kosher crackers and farthing-sized tin of cheese whiz...
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