This review pertains to the little restaurant that is part of the Tesco on the Deerpark Road in…read moreKillarney. I have nothing good, bad or indifferent to say about the actual supermarket itself.
Actually, I tell a lie, as I'm pretty sure that I bought a bag of satsumas there, and they were fine. So mad props on your satsumas, Tesco.
Myself and a friend were eating breakfast in the little restaurant. Actually, when I say restaurant, it was more like a canteen: pretty utilitarian inside, you get a tray and bring your food up to the counter type of thing. Not exactly plush, but perfectly adequate for a bit of a fry.
I was eating a type of breakfast bap, while my friend was eating breakfast in the traditional "served on a plate" format. This friend had a clever ruse of getting a fried egg, but concealing it under his chips, so that when he went to the counter, he wasn't charged for the egg. So take note those of you who would be inclined to commit petty frauds against eateries (I'm surprised at the level of detail with which I remember this story, as these incidents occurred in 2004).
We sat down, and proceeded to eat our food. I should point out at this point that both of us were baked, him slightly, me severely. Anyway, you know those little metal tea pots that you get with these type of affairs? Well, my breakfast companion was attempting to pour himself a cup of tea, but he was leaning the teapot over a little too much, so that the tea did not go into the cup, but rather ran down the body of the teapot and onto the table. I observed this and gave a little giggle. My friend was becoming more frustrated. "Why isn't the f*cking tea coming out?" When he said this, even though it wasn't actually that funny, I erupted in stitches of laughter. He looked at me bemused. "What's so funny". I attempted to explain to him, but this made me laugh even worse. I was left helpless, heaving with laughter and gesturing impotently at the teapot. It is, without exaggeration or hyperbole, the most that I have ever laughed in my entire life.
At this juncture, I had nearly finished my bap. I was just about to put the last piece in my mouth when I noticed that there was mould on the bread. I mentioned this, and was probably in such a state of mind that I was going to finish it, but he told me not to be a f*cking eejit and to go up and get another one. The girl at the counter was mortified (justifiably) that she had given me a mouldy bap, and immediately made me another, non-mouldy one. The myself and my compatriot sat there and shared the bap, both of us breaking out in giggles frequently.
So even though I was given a mouldy bap, I'm giving this place three stars, because without the mouldy bap, I wouldn't have as many fond memories.
