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It’s been quite some time since I’ve posted anything here.  Not because things haven’t sucked—- almost because they’ve sucked too much.  The DHL parcel containing irreplaceable negatives that took almost ten days to get to its destination.  The Calor Gas installation that involved constant chasing (on my part) and, in the end, was something that the service manager said he wouldn’t want in his own house.  The inability of Gaggenau to correctly service our oven.  And so it goes.

Last Sunday we took a visiting friend to Ironbridge in Shropshire.  My new Garmin – Blackberry GPS device didn’t work on the way from sunny Worcestershire to Shropshire.  The Garmin software worked fine at home, but didn’t on the road.   One week later Garmin tells me that their agent shouldn’t be selling this product in the UK because it apparently doesn’t work in the UK.  At least that’s the explanation de jour.

The weather in Ironbridge was gorgeous.  Autumn leaves, blue skies, bright sunshine.

The three of us decided to have lunch at restaurant named It’s All About Me.  The blackboard outside said their sun terrace was gorgeous, and it was.  We sat in a “sun trap” overlooking the River Severn. 

Two of us ordered steak sandwiches, and my wife ordered a cheese and bacon sandwich.  Not 5* stuff, but things that even I could cook.

When the steak sandwiches came, they were loaded with copious amounts of semi-cooked fat.  Not only was it unappetising, but it was impossible to bite into the sandwich.  The bacon in my wife’s sandwich wasn’t thoroughly cooked.  It was pink, cold, and gross.

We told the friendly waitress that our meals would need to be re-cooked.  She called over a gentleman who we assumed was the manager.  He sarcastically explained, “steak has fat.”  (No kidding.  I’ve only been raising beef cattle since 1992.)  He told us the meals could be cooked again, but that we’d have to go to the back of the queue in the kitchen.

We opted instead to pay for our drinks and to go elsewhere.

If you’re ever in Ironbridge, and if it hasn’t gone out of business, I recommend giving the sun terrace of It’s All About Me a miss, unless you would just like drinks.