Monday, May 21, 2007

Lynchies: A Legend Is Born

I work next door to a restaurant called Lynchies. Every day they open their doors, every day there's never a soul in there and every day the chef ends up sat at the bar talking to the waitress or stood outside smoking fags.

Might his menu be to blame? Have you ever, in your whole life, fancied lashing out twelve quid for this? No? Well, nor has anyone else.

8 comments:

Silvana said...

Sounds revolting. What do you mean 'a legend is born'?

Rob said...

Something legendarily bad :(

Valentine Suicide said...

I don't think you can criticise it until you've tried it...

So.... full report tomorrow?

Nero said...

The name gives me the eeby-jeebies. It somehow doesn't sound 'right'. And the frosted glass give it the look of a provincial, ahem, beauty parlour. So, all in all, menu as well, you should go. Charge it to accounts. Enjoy your guinea fowl in gin. You've deserved it. Nero

Silvana said...

Gin sauce!?! Can't quite get over it!

Rob said...

I'm not sure I'm brave enough to enter...

Clair said...

Have you noticed it's owned by 'comic' and 'musician' Kenny Lynch? Eurhghhh...

Anonymous said...

i've been there just once and i really think that it's fantastic, the food is delicious, so better you go there and give it a chance, i'm sure you will like it...