Nasty Nachos at the M*rl*n

Blipped this while on a trip to Fisherrow with dad and brother B at lunchtime. B asked if I could photograph just the reflection, so here you go. Almost.

No sign of myrtle though - probably off golfing.

Anyway, dropped into a big pub on Morningside Road early this evening for a half pint and some nachos. Here are the scores:
Presentation: 1 out of 10. One point for getting them on the plate, no points for dumping the toppings straight from the catering jar onto the nachos.
Flavour: 2 out of 10. Nachos ok, some of the topping was ok, but the bright orange catering pack runny cheese that tasted of sick rather spoiled things.
Service: 0 out of 10. 'Finished?', the barman stated (it wasn't a question) as he passed. 'Yep, the bright orange stuff was horrible, you need to use real cheese', I suggested. 'I'll pass that on', he responded, with a look and tone that lay somewhere between total lack of interest and contempt. He looked liked he'd been practicing. Ah well, won't be back in a hurry.