Posted by sean on February 9, 2014 at 9:30 pm in Ventures Outside Of Bath with No Comments


Last night, we went to The Harvester. Instead of eating in, we ordered a takeaway.

While waiting for the food to be cooked, we were invited to fill a bowl from the salad bar. Most of the salad didn’t look very nice or fresh. In fact, the majority of the vegetables appeared to have come from huge industrial tin cans. The coleslaw didn’t look very appetising and the tomatoes were a bit manky. Still, I filled the plastic container until it overflowed with carrot and even helped myself to a bread roll to eat while I waited for the main meal to be cooked.

I ordered the cheese, beef and bacon burger. It was no Big Mac, but still did a very good job at satisfyingly filling a hole, although given how hungry I was, I would have happily eaten a tramp’s shoe, had it been put in a bun.

The best of the whole meal was yet to come. The dessert. Rhubarb and custard ice cream sundae. It was amazing. As they would say in Longwell Green, where the takeaway came from, “It was proper gert lush!”

Here is the remainder of the takeaway

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