Food, glorious food. Whack on your dribble-bibs and tuck for some serious aural mastication.  That’s right chums; whilst we love to strap on that nosebag and chow down as much as you, we do so recoil at the threat of a restaurant experience.  Why eat off plates when there’s a rustic, rusting old tin to dip a knitting needle into?  Why have a visible, all-encompassing price when it’s so much more fun to make it up as you go along?  From the small scale, salmonella-on-toast sandwich shacks to high-priced mini-plates drizzled with Gordon Ramsay’s angry spittle, restaurants need healing.