I can’t even go to a restaurant without kinky thoughts leaping to mind. That was certainly true recently in Browns in Edinburgh, a branch of one of my favourite chains, who describe their Minute Steak with the wonderfully-descriptive phrase:

‘Thin tender rump’.

For some reason, that made me snigger. I can’t possibly imagine why.

I’m presuming that the dish must be cooked by the same chef who batters the haddock and crushes the new potatoes…

Anyway, it’s a good thing I’m not a waiter. Picture me arriving at a table, laden with meals, asking “Whose is the thin tender rump?” or, worse, “Who’ll be having the thin tender rump this evening?”

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