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aumentouTonight, I have been to a restaurant and had a good time. With people from work!
Champs is a restaurant and sports bar. Wait! Nonono, it's really not as bad as it sounds!
Oh alright then. The food is a notch above wetherspoons in quality, unoriginal with it (USA theme, ouch), and they charge twice as much. The decor is sporty, the beer is mostly wank (although Kelham Island best bitter was on), and the clientele were mostly either rich students or 40-something men who as my boss eloquently put it "get let out by their wives once a month and want to show off". Or 'wankers' as they are usually known. The only really good thing about it was the cheap cocktails. Even then, you have to like cocktails, and remember: really cheap, on-dodgy-offer cocktails are still more expensive than beer.
I had "chicken tenders" (lumps of battered chicken, and a mustard and honey sauce for dunking) as a starter. The chicken was, well, battered chicken, and the sauce was tasty (of course). I followed this up with "Rhode Island Lamb" which sounded quite exciting, but turned out to be a lump of not particularly good lamb with a fairly nice tangy and herby sauce and a mildly spicy potato cake, plus some uninspired and overdone boiled veg.
It was better than that makes it sound, really.
Anyway, final verdict:
I wouldn't choose to go there, but it beat most of the other places I've been that I wouldn't have chosen to go to either.
Or to put it another way, "Only on a works do, but it might be the best works do of the year".
Anyway, I am now feeling rather good about it, because I set out to 1) go out, 2) enjoy myself, 3) not get any more money out or use a card, 4) not get very drunk, 5) chat with people from work, 6) be cool and classily dressed and 7) meet up with random goths and people* in a pub afterwards.
*goths arent people, obviously.
Six out of seven isn't bad. Frankly I spend more time in pubs than is healthy anyway.
This weekend I don't think I'm going out anywhere, which might mean I get some useful things done *feels afraid*. I think sunday is the tidying and attempting to write bullshit day, while saturday I plan to not be hungover, look in the careers service at things and other things, and possibly play a game of warhammer, since my elves haven't been horribly slaughtered in a while now.
Finally, I've been thinking about drunkeness and what is attractive about it, and I'm now wondering if it's a real effect of alcohol to alter the way you are thinking, to make past and future less in the forefront of your thoughts, so that you are more fixed in the present? This seems to be an effect for me.
Champs is a restaurant and sports bar. Wait! Nonono, it's really not as bad as it sounds!
Oh alright then. The food is a notch above wetherspoons in quality, unoriginal with it (USA theme, ouch), and they charge twice as much. The decor is sporty, the beer is mostly wank (although Kelham Island best bitter was on), and the clientele were mostly either rich students or 40-something men who as my boss eloquently put it "get let out by their wives once a month and want to show off". Or 'wankers' as they are usually known. The only really good thing about it was the cheap cocktails. Even then, you have to like cocktails, and remember: really cheap, on-dodgy-offer cocktails are still more expensive than beer.
I had "chicken tenders" (lumps of battered chicken, and a mustard and honey sauce for dunking) as a starter. The chicken was, well, battered chicken, and the sauce was tasty (of course). I followed this up with "Rhode Island Lamb" which sounded quite exciting, but turned out to be a lump of not particularly good lamb with a fairly nice tangy and herby sauce and a mildly spicy potato cake, plus some uninspired and overdone boiled veg.
It was better than that makes it sound, really.
Anyway, final verdict:
I wouldn't choose to go there, but it beat most of the other places I've been that I wouldn't have chosen to go to either.
Or to put it another way, "Only on a works do, but it might be the best works do of the year".
Anyway, I am now feeling rather good about it, because I set out to 1) go out, 2) enjoy myself, 3) not get any more money out or use a card, 4) not get very drunk, 5) chat with people from work, 6) be cool and classily dressed and 7) meet up with random goths and people* in a pub afterwards.
*goths arent people, obviously.
Six out of seven isn't bad. Frankly I spend more time in pubs than is healthy anyway.
This weekend I don't think I'm going out anywhere, which might mean I get some useful things done *feels afraid*. I think sunday is the tidying and attempting to write bullshit day, while saturday I plan to not be hungover, look in the careers service at things and other things, and possibly play a game of warhammer, since my elves haven't been horribly slaughtered in a while now.
Finally, I've been thinking about drunkeness and what is attractive about it, and I'm now wondering if it's a real effect of alcohol to alter the way you are thinking, to make past and future less in the forefront of your thoughts, so that you are more fixed in the present? This seems to be an effect for me.
