The Windsor Castle, Kensington

I was very exited when my wife suggested we head to the windsor it was sunny and I was hungry and rather thirsty.When we ordered our food my excitement turned to dismay.My wife's lambshank was cold to the core. My corriander and carrott sausage was average and plain. The Windsor use to be my place of joy my place of funk on a Sunday.Instead it's turned into a place of food sadness. I will return only for the fun and remember the day I spent drinking cold beer and scharfing with my mate Jimbo

20 May 2007 17:28