Twelve hours at the office robbed me of any desire to languish behind pots and pans in the kitchen. I treated myself to Steers’ ribs.
Yes, I took the big 600g portion because most of that is bone, right? Does this seem like a justification to you? It might be, but anyway.
Imagine my disgust when R135 later, I opened the pack at home to find two miserable little strips of ribs that looked more like the pictures on Steers’ menu for their riblet snack.
What the actual hell, Steers? How are you still in business with these epic rip-offs? I already stopped buying the Hero roll because it has shrunk to cocktail roll proportions.
Yes, I did see the “Uncooked weight” disclaimer printed in large font on your menu board. After being greeted with this travesty of a meal tonight, it’s obvious you put that up in response to the flood of complaints you must receive as you rip people off each time they order ribs.
What a desperately sad example of the triumph of hope over experience.
Consider that the last meal I’ll ever order at a Steers. Thieves. Charlatans! Crooks! Politicians!
So. Result. One angry emotional eater. I applied an avocado to the problem, and went to bed. I shall not eat these feelings, I will shame Steers instead, for their corrupt Waterstone branch. Bloody bunch of dismal kleptomaniacs!
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