The spectrum of ages on the guest list extended from 8 to 80 with everyone included having strong opinions they cannot keep to themselves. There were logistical issues too, my grandparents can’t climb too many stairs and there were 10 of us. When we get together there’s always a lot of laughter, wild hand gesturing and crazy carbohydrate consumption.
I was really insistent that we go somewhere new together. We narrowed it down to 3 options. Then 2 different restaurants were booked for the night.
You’ve probably already guessed where we finally ended up.
I’ve been to Machan too many times to be able to review it. Even at the birthday I traded in the blogger cap for my elder-sister-pulling-a-hungry-brother’s-leg role early in the night.
Don’t rest on your laurels quite yet.
One of the things I like best about Machan is that I know what to expect. At the same time I don’t actually go there too often because I know exactly what to expect. I’m not saying “makeover” but small updates would really help to freshen your image up and keep you relevant.
The menu keeps changing and the Vietnamese Chicken Rolls I ordered were heavenly. I know the day my brother gets his first pay cheque he’s probably going to cash it in to buy a bathtub full of your Chocolate Milkshake and immerse himself into it face first. I am of course prohibited by my family to even think anything critical of the fish and chips.
When you have this kind of loyalty why would you serve watery tomato soup, Machan? Why would you and how could you?
Also, that poor woman who stands in the corner and sings around dinner time. The actual person keeps changing but it’s usually an attractive woman in something shimmery. Please could you just get rid of her? I don’t mean to be cruel but slightly off key, mostly amateur singing has never done anything for anyone’s appetite.
But this is not meant to be a letter of criticism. In fact, in the end I’d like to say thanks. Thank you for allowing us to create our own family traditions around club sandwiches and milkshakes.
I just worry that you may end up relegated to a trunk of full of dusty memories.
A Loyal Patron