Shot glass traffic light spring rolls

“Our chef calls this Shot Glass Traffic Light Spring Rolls.”

“Is he drunk?”

“Yes. Yes, he is.”

What’s the collective noun for chips in mugs?

An inadequacy? A cupple? A gargle?

Putting tiny desserts on large boards and piping messages in the vast empty spaces is still a thing?

Zaza Restaurant, Panama. So it’s not just in Las Vegas, then.

[Oliver shuffles forward holding weird metal pot thing]

“Please Sir, I want some… crockery.”

“We booked after seeing your menu online – your prawn crackers look HUGE!”

“Ah. About that…”

A well-organised kitchen is one thing, but this is ridiculous.

Taken at Stoke Mill, Norwich.

“Your steak won’t be long, our chef is just trying to force it into a wine bottle.”