Last Friday, the PSTOIC get together took place near Trafalger square. The pub bit was fine, but what happened at Garfunkels? Perhaps it was the Wicked Witch from the East who took our order, or maybe the open door to the ‘kitchens’, but something wasn’t right. As students, we had several STOIC dinners at various Garfunkels, including a memorable food fight – the food was never anything special, but it served the purpose, and no-one complained. Last Friday, it was crap! Have our palates grown too sophisticated and discriminatory to enjoy plain English cooking? Or did the staff at the restaurant just not give a damn?
I suspect the latter.
See you all soon,