As the blog doesn't normally offer such things, especially since not everyone lives within walking distance of every restaurant, we restricted his contribution to only the last paragraph and one photo.
"All things considered, the meal was reasonably priced and the staff tried their best. However, the language barrier was a problem. My wife asked for "an order of clotted cream on the side." Five waiters and the restaurant owner all suddenly emerged and clotted her with cream, all right. And it wasn't on the side, it was all over her face. I found the whole thing hilariously funny, and was going to go to Twitter and post about it to John Cleese, who always likes a laugh. But the wife was such a sourpuss after it happened, she said it wouldn't be right to Tweet about it. She said she felt like a disgusted blob. So I figured it would be ok to post about it to the disgusted blog! PS, Thanks, Gunga, for taking the souvenir photo!"
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