Well do they look like a pair of Bullās Bollocks (ex sac)
There was an Indian in Redland, Bristol that was reputed to have waiters who, if you were rude to them, would instruct the kitchen to add a serving of āAbduls Special Sauceā to the dish. Iām sure this is not the only place this happens. Also, I shared a student house with a bloke who would regularly wipe his helmet around the coffee mug rim for guests he didnāt like, just before making them a brew. He was studying Environmental Health, too. It all happened in Brizzle.
I donāt think this is exclusive to Bristol, far from it. Going back to the 1960s it happens in just about every Indian restaurant anywhere in the UK when the pissed up hordes of racist wankers come in on a Saturday night, insulting the staff and generally making their lives hell. They just smiled and carried on. Of course the morons were too stupid to work out that insulting the Indian staff was a pretty dumb thing to do BEFORE they served up the food. It was pretty much common knowledge that āAbdulās Special Sauceā and other unmentionable ingredients would be added to the mix. Of course the morons would complain about getting the shits on a Sunday morning, but the silly cunts still go back for more and carry on with their behaviour next weekend. Serve the fuckers right, my sympathies are totally with the Abduls of this world.
This is probably speaking out of school but fuck it, Iām thousands of miles from home and Iāve been on the lash since 7 PM, itās now 11 PM. Back in the day, would have been around the early 80s, a very good friend of mine was working as a chef at The General and swears that the following is true. At the official opening of the Princess Anne maternity hospital the guest of honour was, of course, the Princess herself. After the official ceremony there was a lunch for Princess Anne and the rest of the dignitaries. Legend has it that one of the chefs knocked one out into the Princessās treacle tart and custard and the lads took turns to peep through the serving hatch to watch her eating it. Disgraceful I know, but boys will be boys!
Tell me thatās a euphemism.
If anyone finds themselves looking for fusion cuisine in London, this place seems very popular with the local residents.
Jamie Vardy getting the pre match meal,