Do you remember in Greece,
we had that wobbly table,
and the waiter brought a melon rind?
Oh the outrage!
About 27 years ago I took my posh girlfriend to an expensive restaurant for lunch. This being the 1980s, it was a nouvelle cousine restaurant. On the menu it had that brand new concept: 'potato skins'.
We waited over an hour to be served. For lunch.
What she was served was deep-fried potato peelings. For real. Potato peelings.
"Eet iz what you asked for, madame. Zee skeens of ze potato." Said in a broad Norf Lunnun accent.
She cried. She actually cried.
So did I when I got the bill.
Some bits of the 1980s I do not miss.