"Waiter, there's a mouse under the table!"

Went to London’s Chinatown for a meal to mark my girlfriend and I’s 2nd anniversary. Put it this way, it’s a meal we’ll never forget…

The restaurant is “Lido” on Gerrard Street, in the heart of Chinatown. From the outside all looks well. Inside the alarm bells started ringing when the waiters snatched away our starters before we’d finished them, and kept shaking our bottle of wine to see if it was empty.

After a thoroughly average main course we were chatting away and my gaze happened to wander towards the middle of the dining room. Scurrying towards our window table as fact as his four disease ridden little legs would carry him was … A MOUSE!

A flaming mouse! As bold as brass, and twice as germy. He took residence under our table.

“Darling,” I said. “There’s a mouse under the table”

“You are joking?” she said.

I rocked the spare chair next to me and, bang on cue, out he shot, indeed like a rat up a drainpipe. He scarpered towards, inevitably, the kitchen. As he ran, the missus pointed and shrieked. A waiter saw the running rodent, laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

Unbeliveable. And, to top the night, again a surly waiter came over and shook our bottle to hurry us along.

The restaurant, dear diners, is Lido on Gerrard Street in London. Avoid like the plague. Wasn’t it mice that started that as well?

Any more restaurant horror stories to share?