Small town chips
I went to visit my friend in Spalding and she said ‘Let’s have chips for lunch.’ There’s a happy sentence if ever I heard one. I love chips.
We duly went to Sheddy’s for lunch – serving chips to Spalding since before time began – to the upstairs café. The place smelled a bit meaty but the menu included a choice of two vegetarian platters which is not bad for a fish restaurant so it seemed ok. I asked for the lasagne and salad (no tomatoes please).
All fine so far but the menu didn’t make it clear so I checked if it came with chips. “It can come with chips,” the waitress said, “but are you actually a vegetarian? Because they’re cooked in beef dripping.” No chips for me then.
Of course my poor friend was rather mortified by this turn of events but I was fairly philosophical for a number of reasons:
- I wasn’t too hungry (philosophy requires blood sugar)
- It wasn’t much of a surprise
- It’s pretty good going for them to have a choice of veggie options
- It’s even better going for them check about the dripping thing at all
- I quite like lasagne and salad
In the event it wasn’t the best lasagne I’d ever had and I couldn’t manage even half of the mountain of iceberg that constituted the salad but it was sweet that they replaced the tomato with apple.
Clearly small town fish restaurants aren’t really the best place for a fussy vegetarian to have lunch.
(By the by, I liked Spalding quite a lot more than I expected to. It’s a nice market town with a river and Georgian buildings and it was market day so it felt busy and thriving. Also it was sunny and it was nice to see my friend. A happy day.)