Please Place Your Order at the Bar (and it will be served to you at your table)

It's supper time. I'm hungry. I go into a pub-ish kind of place for some grub and take a seat at a table which already has a menu. I figure out what I want and wait for someone to come take my order. And wait. And wait........



This is about the time my friend notices the sign - Please Place Your Order at the Bar (and it will be served to you at your table).



The service industry here is thisclose to nonexistant. Yesterday, a BK clerk yelled at a woman because she was questioning him about her order. THAT HE FORGOT TO RING IN!

Yes, BK. BK, McDonalds, KFC, Pizza Hut - there are more of them here than there are in a typical American city. And they are CRAP!

After pounding pavement in London all afternoon, I popped into the Liverpool Station McDonalds to grab a burger before heading to the train. It was possibly the longest que I had every seen at any McDonalds establishment. However, there were more employees at this particular McDonalds than any other McDonalds I had ever been to, so the cue moved fairly quickly. I get up to the front, order a Big Mac, and pay the £4 (multply that by two for it's approximate Canadian value of $8 - for the SANDWICH), then make my way to an empty seat to chow down. I took one bite and......

I wanted to vomit.

The bread was stale, the burger unexplanatory, and the sauce was missing something..... But as I looked around me, hundreds of suit-clad people were clearly enjoying their tasteless, over-priced Mcdonalds' feasts - when they could pop into any pub in England and, after placing their order at the bar, sit back with a cheap beer and chow down on cheap, authentic, DECENT TASTING English food.

Let's just call it a fast food universe.