A Restaurant Called Bad Taste
Over the years, after eating in many restaurants that just didn’t cut or even in some cases, have the mustard, C and I used to muse about the ideal restaurant.
As we both had a Brooksian sense of humour and were a great fan of his films, there is a lot of scope for an establishment, which is a complete send up of some of the pompous places you find in cities like London. And not just London! One of the funniest meals we ever had was at a two-Michelin star restaurant called La Bonne Auberge in Antibes. The story is here.
Any restaurant must have good food and because I’m a coeliac, it would also be gluten-free as well. This could actually be an advantage as some odd creations, like Dundee Lamb Chops are gluten-free. As is spam! In fact, to create a menu that is probably gluten, lactose and nut free with good vegetarian options would not be too difficult.
The waiting staff would be the easy part, as any large city has large numbers of wannabee actors and others who want to make their name in show-business. How they would dress would be a matter of personal taste, but head waiters like that dreadful tenor in the insurance ads would not be out of place, especially, if his suit was artistically soup and sauce stained.
The possibilities are endless.
But like Mel Brooks has shown, you have to be very professional to get something that is truly awful.
Incidentally, I’ve searched the Internet and can’t find a restaurant with the name of Bad Taste.
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