Enough of your sauce.

(From Guardian Unlimited)

As Felicity Cloake points out in today's G2 , there are establishments whose entire raison d'etre is an exclusive condiment with a secret recipe, available only within their hallowed walls. I'd like to point out that there are also those, like The Wolseley , who should perhaps take a customer's sauce requirements more seriously.

I don't mean to be swanky, but I recently had breakfast there and was bitterly disappointed. My crispy bacon roll arrived, all floury and buttery, with streaky rashers poking out like octopus arms and smelling like heaven. But where was the HP sauce ? I asked, and asked again, and it didn't come (chaotic service …