Vegetarian? “I make you chicken soup without chicken,” says restaurant manager
I had a stand-up row of the highest magnitude yesterday with the manager of restaurant called Hemingways in Skipton. It was my second and last visit to the venue, which has an outdated appearance and seems predominantly frequented by the over-65s. But I was there because my parents, who are both well past the age of 65, and one of my sisters, who isn’t 65, wanted to eat there, remembering our first visit, about three months ago, when we had all enjoyed a lovely meal.
At the time I was concerned that there were only two vegetarian options on the menu, which was as outdated as the decor and almost went so far as to offer bacon with ice cream. I jest, only a little, because it offered such dubious delights as fried mushrooms on toast, but after examining the menu closely it was revealed that bacon was lurking in the mix. Cheese was a popular ingredient, fine with vegetarians if not made with animal rennet, and a no-no for vegans. But there were no V symbols to indicate whether, in choosing a cheese dish, I would be consuming the stomach acids of a young calf extracted from its belly at slaughter. So my sister and I went to speak to the manager.
tags: argument, cities, complaints, customer service, dissatisfaction, food, old-fashioned, outdated, provinces, provincial, restaurants, suburban, towns, urban, vegetarianism
