The POW in Bristol

After a day working at Omigatech I head to Rama’s. Imogen meets us there and we walk down to the Prince of Wales on Gloucester Rd. It is a great night. However, my Tofu stir fry, although tasty, is tiny – honestly, I could’ve eaten six of them. So I have to order a bowl of chips, i.e. the dish with the most content per pound sterling on the menu. Imogen also mentions the serving size issue to the man serving, and he explains that the chef likes to leave us with room for desert. Hmm. To be fair, Imogen’s desert is nice, but that’s no excuse for a dish that’s just shy of £9.

Anyway, Imogen leaves a little cake, and I leave four chips, for Fran. But she doesn’t turn up so we have to eat them.

Imogen and Rama, after eating.