The jet lagged company (who was face down in her calamari 5 minutes in) was already bad enough. But when I thought things couldn't get any worse I get 3 slices of fat that was meant to be pork on what I know was a fact was an Asda crunchy garden salad (because I have it on my butties for work). That went down like Kim Kardashian went down on that rapper when she got famous, badly. Then there it was, the steak. F*ck me, the steak. I ordered the 12oz rump expecting half a cow medium rare and it come out looking like it'd been sitting on the beach when Pearl Harbour happened. The wine was alright, but that was more down to me knowing my stuff! Anyway, I'm running out of characters. I'm going to Gino's next time.