They have a nifty system for letting you know when your table is ready. They give you this device which is essentially a drinks coaster, except it’s about 1cm thick, made of plastic, and contains gadgetry. When your table is ready, lots of LEDs inside it all flash, and it emits a buzzing noise. You then take this little spacey coaster back to the front desk, and you are given your order. Pure disco madness with all these folk carrying a flashing little slab of plastic around.

They don’t play any music, but do have TVs on in the background. There’s no toilets, but I suppose you could take in a book or tape to learn Italian as you eat. So there could even be an educational portion to your evening (hmm).

We each had a starter and the aforementioned main courses and then Colleen had some carrot cake for dessert, and I had a can of Irn Bru; it all came to god knows how much, probably under £20. Worth a look.

A’right dog, you fancy some paella tonight, Juan (my Spanish flatmate) is cooking some.

And so it begins…

So through to the kitchen I go, only to be confronted by a huge paella dish and Juan cooking one hell of a mean meal. Chicken, beef, rice and veg… about enough to feed 6 people! So we sit down at the table all civilized, to have the meanest meal ever. One hell of a plateful of paella and a few beers later and we were all stuffed.

Then it was onto the wine, a nice bottle of Bordeaux accompanied by more beers. Then I had the ingenious idea of having a game of poker, so it was off to the bedroom to find some cards, after a quick check of the rules on the internet we were off, playing with matches as chips. I then commented that we really need some cigars for this to be a proper poker night. With that myself and Craig (my other flatmate) were off to Oddbins in search of cigars, a hasty 10 minutes later and we were back at the table, more poker and cigars.

After a few more rounds of poker we were all getting a little peckish for something else to eat, therefore the 2 day old pizza was fished out of the fridge and heat up in the microwave then wolfed down by all. More poker, more beer, more wine and some left over paella.

More beer has been supped and I leave you with a text message which Rob got from Juan during the exams before the summer:

Tomorrow I will get fisted and God will shit on me!

Have fun all,
- Chris