The restaurant reviews in yer average provincial magazine or newspaper ("my other half and I dined handsomely at the Farrier's Scrotum") are a joy to behold. If Mike Leigh hadn't been busy writing Abigail's Party he'd have no doubt turned his attention to rural pub restaurants, where 'mine host' serves a mean prawn cocktail.
National press food and restaurant reviews are just London-centric w*nk, especially if that thundering pillock AA Gill is involved.
Do you get the Western Daily Press down your way, Chuffers? The chap who does the pub grub (and wine) review on a Saturday always seems down to earth and rates the value of the food on a ham, egg and chips scale!
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