I had to meet up with someone at the Cumberland Hotel, Marble Arch. I had a couple of slices of toast, a croissant and a two cups of coffee and was stung for a bill of £19. My company pays so it doesn't hit me but even by West End standards that strikes me as a company taking the piss.
For that sort of money, I'd want to eat my breakfast to the sounds of a string quartet, be served Poilane bread lightly toasted on gold-flecked platters, accompanied by coffee picked from the highest trees by specially trained monkeys and end up by getting a blow-job from the waitress. Instead, I get two slices of badly toasted Mother's Pride, some decent-ish coffee served in what could pass as a works canteen by a dumpy Polish waitress with an attitude problem.
Has anyone ever experience a bigger rip-off than that?
For that sort of money, I'd want to eat my breakfast to the sounds of a string quartet, be served Poilane bread lightly toasted on gold-flecked platters, accompanied by coffee picked from the highest trees by specially trained monkeys and end up by getting a blow-job from the waitress. Instead, I get two slices of badly toasted Mother's Pride, some decent-ish coffee served in what could pass as a works canteen by a dumpy Polish waitress with an attitude problem.
Has anyone ever experience a bigger rip-off than that?