Habebty
Well-known member
This half wrecked caravan is the perfect antidote to those who are fed up with with overpriced little towers of crap and dandelions served on huge square plates to the sort of arse prepared to pay for it.
The caravan's entrance door has been kicked in giving that all important edgy feel to your dining experience combining both alfresco cuisine and the opportunity to spot the not too elusive native brown rat darting out from the resultant hole. The signature dish of handheld burger-bacon-egg-cheese (mushrooms optional) delicately served on a bed of not freshly chopped brown edged lettuce in a delightful rustic wholesalers bread product bap is a tour-de-force.
For your delight and post dining entertainment a local young native in a Vauxhall Corsa may show a doughnut on the car-park accompanied by an ear-bleeding beat from the dustbin sized sub-woofer thing in the boot.
I found the the whole experience utterly delightful and my good pal Richard (I declined to dine having enjoyed an eat-all-can-chinese from across the road earlier) had none of those awful barfing problems that so often accompany native cuisine.
As a footnote, I would advise to dine only at "chucking out time" after a minimum of 5 pints of Adnams from the Nelson or 6 pints of IPA from the Steamboat.
Funnily enough I still prefer it to the "Last Resort" in the Marina!!
The caravan's entrance door has been kicked in giving that all important edgy feel to your dining experience combining both alfresco cuisine and the opportunity to spot the not too elusive native brown rat darting out from the resultant hole. The signature dish of handheld burger-bacon-egg-cheese (mushrooms optional) delicately served on a bed of not freshly chopped brown edged lettuce in a delightful rustic wholesalers bread product bap is a tour-de-force.
For your delight and post dining entertainment a local young native in a Vauxhall Corsa may show a doughnut on the car-park accompanied by an ear-bleeding beat from the dustbin sized sub-woofer thing in the boot.
I found the the whole experience utterly delightful and my good pal Richard (I declined to dine having enjoyed an eat-all-can-chinese from across the road earlier) had none of those awful barfing problems that so often accompany native cuisine.
As a footnote, I would advise to dine only at "chucking out time" after a minimum of 5 pints of Adnams from the Nelson or 6 pints of IPA from the Steamboat.
Funnily enough I still prefer it to the "Last Resort" in the Marina!!
