RTFPP (read the %^$ previous post) .
Had an interesting experience at another restaurant in Montagu once. Day after an enduro, on the way home, about ten of us traipsed into a restaurant and ordered lunch, mine arrived with prickly lettuce on the plate. I pushed the lettuce (rabbit food) around the plate and anounced to the table that I was sure I had ridden over that plant the previous day. The owner of the restaurant heard and instead of bollocking me burst out laughing. Turned out he used to ride speedway for a London club and had retired to Montagu. Ended up being a very pleasant afternoon at his expense.
Hey John, do you like sharks ("only with tartar sauce")?