Our meal at Deanes started out well; the soup was exquisite, we were excited with what the main meal would bring, until it came.
Now, I had been sure that there were no kiddy or childrens meals on that menu, yet there it was, my main meal presenting itself to me, looking just like a three year old kiddy meal.....about a small handful in size, of thin spaghetti, mixed with a tiny amount of crab, chilli and dried tomato. The taste was bland, and non exciting. The butter used was overwhelming in its dominant taste.
Sixty pound for the two soups, two main meals, and two glasses of red wine, plus tax and a service fee (boy, did I feel ripped off).......lucky there was a Burger King restaurant nearby on the way back to the hotel, where I was able to gain some substance that filled my moderately sized belly.
Yes, yes, yes, I blame myself for not saying a word, I tell myself that I should have said to the blind waiter, "Hey, take this back! Do I look like a ferkin lepprecorn, can't you see that I am a 100 kilo, six foot man that works hard and needs some sort of substantial substinance !"
I felt duped, but also wicked personally, that I spent that much money for so little in return; I could have fed at lest ten of the beggars standing in the streets nearby.