A mans gotta eat, but maybe its better if he doesn’t….

Well  normally a night out at the local pub is meant to be a reliable experience, you know what you are going to get, cold beer, bit of atmosphere and maybe if your lucky some old bloke will yell at your better half to expose her better half and affirm your choice you made way back when.

But the Petersham Inn isn’t that experience, even though I had high hopes when I saw the bar staff, she had a beard so straight away that gets 10 points for me on my freak’ O meter , yes I thought this is going to be a great night. So we took a look at the menu, we noticed straight away that the steaks that were $10-12 were now $17-18 hey it’s the GEC I thought they got to survive so maybe they do something a little extra with the $5, maybe more freaks, sweet.

Well we ordered, me the T-bone with chips medium rare, the better half ordered the Scotch fillet steak with the roasted vegies medium.  I order a coke and the missus gets a beer, its cold man there up to 11 points and we haven’t even eaten, we walk away looking for the pool table. Well the pool tables have gone, both tables, well I think it must be to put more food tables in due to demand.

We walk away and find a seat, I take a sip of my Coke, what the, holy crap its Pepsi. Ok no probs I’ll take it back, then preceded to get a lecture on specifying that I wanted a Coke. I would have thought asking for a Coke was specifying, but because the post mix is Pepsi, and I knew it was Pepsi that I had to actually specify that I wanted a Coke. Sorry I said, I just assumed asking for a Coke would get me a Coke not a Pepsi, I apologise for my mistake and I walk away with my tail between my legs after all you never argue with a bearded lady, as they have lived a life of hurt and pain and they know how to argue.

I wanted to have a discussion about this with my better half but she sided with the bearded lady. So I pouted until the food buzzer called luckily it was quick. I went up to the servery and got my meals, the chef then said to me ‘um the steak I think is cooked but if it isn’t just bring it back and I will give it another couple of minutes’. OK I thought, your not really instilling much confidence champ, and the last time I took something back I had nightmares of crap infested chocolate puddings for a week. I brought the two plates of food which in itself was quite impressive as the plates were two times the normal size of plates. Unfortunately the food wasn’t two times the size, mystery solve with the extra $5 bigger serving crockery everything looks better with bigger plates or not.

Brought the plates back and without thinking started tucking in, my better half looked at me with utter dismay. ‘This is not what she ordered’ she said. I looked at her plate. I thought she was just annoyed because the steak looked like a lily pad in a massive pond. But no it was because it was the wrong meal I was informed. Crap I said, I can’t go back to the sasquatch at the bar she already has it in for me. So she went  and was told that is what she ordered. Well you can’t argue with that. I ordered a Coke and got a Pepsi, but that was what I ordered, I ordered a Scotch fillet with roasted vegies and got a sirloin with mash and beans, yeah a little different seeing as how my better half hates mash.  Oh well we ate the meal, and yes mine needed another 2 minutes either side, and no I didn’t take it back.

Service – 2/10

Food – 3/10

Ambiance – Ha

Time I won’t get back 10/10