While I'm glad to see this kind of out-of-vogue pint glass back in employment (I am so ridiculously nostalgic at the moment. It simply has to stop. It's like at any moment, the chrysalis of my 2009 self will split and fall away, and I will emerge, permed and pre-pubescent, in a grey and pink Dash tracksuit and jelly shoes, pushing pineapples and shaking a tree), I'm not sure it is responsible to be suggesting, in its presentation, that this is a menu item that can be poured down the throat. Flakey pastry represents a menacing choking hazard, surely?
38. QUEEN ELIZABETH OLYMPIC PARK, LONDON
11 months ago