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On Sunday Damian and I went for Tapas, at La Tasca. I've never been there before, and I was pleasantly suprised for a themed chain restaurant. We did the Tapas For A Tenner thing, which is basically all you can eat, except you order up to three tapas at a time, and then get more and so on. The food was nice, although the service was a bit insane. There were about three different waitresses serving in our area, so being asked if you want to see the desert menu three times is an annoyance, as is having to wait about fifteen minutes for them to bring you the wine you ordered. All in all A+++ Would Go Again.
I am the new Martin Dawes (You won't get that if you aren't a Sheffielder, who reads The Star, and remembers columnist's names - so, just me then?)
After the restaurant, we headed to The Fat Cat (which is nothing like it's namesake in Sheffield), then Pitcher And Piano. After a drin in each of those, Damian wanted to go somewhere else, and we ended up heading straight across the road to the shitty Scream pub, The Friary, which is awful. It makes me sad, that such a beautiful building with a beautiful, and mostly intact with original features, interior, is full of those shit spray painted barrel light fittings, and garish shitty art works. Being in their last night made me realise how I hate most of my peers and wish for their deaths. Seriously, students are cunts, especially students at my third rate university. I rarely meet anyone my age that I actually like (excusing the people who I am already friends with, of course). I think it is why I have hardly any friends at university, I just can't be bothered with japery. Not that I don't often partake in silly, and stupid behaviour, but I don't do it all the time, and I don't think it's cool, infact, it makes me wish I could instantly die in a fire.
So yeah, where was I? We had no problems with service anywhere we went, and when we were ordering at The Friary, everything was fine, she handed over our drinks, and then asked us if we had a Yellow card (for them that don't know, some shit discount card for students). Damian and I both glanced at each other, because we both used to have one, but haven't bothered to get new ones. Seeing this glance, the barkeep instantly decided that OH NO WE MUST BE UNDERAGE IF WE DO NOT HAVE A CARD THAT ENTITLES SHITS TO REDUCTIONS ON SHIT DRINKS IN A SHIT PUB FULL OF SHITS. I think the caps make me seem more angry than I am haha. So, Damian got out his, and I only had my NUS, but showed it her, as it has my DOB on and stuff. She took my NUS, but looked at Damian's passport with scorn. It was clear she didn't believe he was 26, which says something about Damian's youthful genes.
So yes anyway, we stayed in their for a couple, before I realised Damian was pissed. *Audible sigh*, and I decided we should go home.
Another rant : I'm fed up of going to chain places. I know that I go to them ALOTLOTLOT, but I wish there was more choice of independent places. I guess, if I felt that strongly about them, then I wouldn't go to any..maybe I should put my money where my mouth is.
Now I am home in Sheffield, and I couldn't sleep, hence this rampage of shit.
I am the new Martin Dawes (You won't get that if you aren't a Sheffielder, who reads The Star, and remembers columnist's names - so, just me then?)
After the restaurant, we headed to The Fat Cat (which is nothing like it's namesake in Sheffield), then Pitcher And Piano. After a drin in each of those, Damian wanted to go somewhere else, and we ended up heading straight across the road to the shitty Scream pub, The Friary, which is awful. It makes me sad, that such a beautiful building with a beautiful, and mostly intact with original features, interior, is full of those shit spray painted barrel light fittings, and garish shitty art works. Being in their last night made me realise how I hate most of my peers and wish for their deaths. Seriously, students are cunts, especially students at my third rate university. I rarely meet anyone my age that I actually like (excusing the people who I am already friends with, of course). I think it is why I have hardly any friends at university, I just can't be bothered with japery. Not that I don't often partake in silly, and stupid behaviour, but I don't do it all the time, and I don't think it's cool, infact, it makes me wish I could instantly die in a fire.
So yeah, where was I? We had no problems with service anywhere we went, and when we were ordering at The Friary, everything was fine, she handed over our drinks, and then asked us if we had a Yellow card (for them that don't know, some shit discount card for students). Damian and I both glanced at each other, because we both used to have one, but haven't bothered to get new ones. Seeing this glance, the barkeep instantly decided that OH NO WE MUST BE UNDERAGE IF WE DO NOT HAVE A CARD THAT ENTITLES SHITS TO REDUCTIONS ON SHIT DRINKS IN A SHIT PUB FULL OF SHITS. I think the caps make me seem more angry than I am haha. So, Damian got out his, and I only had my NUS, but showed it her, as it has my DOB on and stuff. She took my NUS, but looked at Damian's passport with scorn. It was clear she didn't believe he was 26, which says something about Damian's youthful genes.
So yes anyway, we stayed in their for a couple, before I realised Damian was pissed. *Audible sigh*, and I decided we should go home.
Another rant : I'm fed up of going to chain places. I know that I go to them ALOTLOTLOT, but I wish there was more choice of independent places. I guess, if I felt that strongly about them, then I wouldn't go to any..maybe I should put my money where my mouth is.
Now I am home in Sheffield, and I couldn't sleep, hence this rampage of shit.