I promised ya'll a post on the food here. But this isn't it. Instead, its a post on the humble spud [pictured left during happier times]. I've had my runs in with the food here, but nothing like what happened today. Advertised was mashed potato, but what I got was some sort of watery paste. Certainly nothing I've ever tasted before. I can understand them f**king up meatloaf, but who can't manage mashed potato?
Let me put this in context. This place boasts of a $2.2bn endowment, but they can't afford a few potatoes? This place has a Greek theatre, but can't afford some cheap migrant labour to peel a few spuds? This place can afford automatic blinds for each classroom, but apparently could spring for a bit of milk and butter for the potato paste crap they served up.
I'm being egged on to action by some fellow URians. Not so much because they dislike the potato paste, but more because they find the sight of an Irishmen being upset over potatoes to be quite amusing. But I don't care how many stereotypes I reinforce, I ain't going to stand for this! I'll keep you posted on my actions.
4 comments:
you can take the boy out of Galway etc ........... Try something new Andrew!!
Mmmm, I'm having mashed potatoes made for me right now.
"Whats that Mam, oh yes, I'd like them extra creamy tonight - don't skimp on the milk".
OH MY GAWWWWWWWWW!!! How are you coping? Smash would be a kinder nibble. Maybe M&S mash will wash in the post? :/
That's it, Andrew. Reinforce the stereotypes!
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