Upon my recent visit to the aforementioned establishment I was horrified to find that I had been short changed. I'd visited this establishment on entirely good faith when I was confoundly bamboozled. After skimming the menu I concluded that I would begin my evening with the Cheeseburger and chips. "You mean the DOUBLE Cheeseburger" I hear you ask. Sadly not as I'd quite recently polished off a packet of McCoys steak crisps. Anyways, hear is where my story turns sour. Through my absolute delight I saw that in addition to my cheeseburger and chips I could infact add a cold refreshing beverage for a mere one British pound. I continued to enquire in regards to this and was shocked to find that Kopperberg was not subject to this inclusion. Still eager to wet my whistle, you can imagine my sheer bemusement when I challenged the barmaid as to whether it was classed as a premium drink, in which I would have to forego an extra fifty British pence in addition to my previous one British pound offer. Well, when she divulged that my beloved Kopperberg, of which I have spent a many splendid evening, was neither classed as a Premium beverage my jaw did nothing more than hit the floor. This led me to two questions. Firstly, by what conceivable metric is Kopperberg classed as a beyond premium beverage? Up there with the likes of your traditional malt whiskeys and plum cordial! I leave this question to you, the reader. Secondly, what manor of beverage could I use to quench my cotton mouth!? I eventually capitulated and to the harsh boundaries of the special drinks menu. With this I selected what's known as a 'Becks'. Eager with glee to quench this damnable thirst. It was only when I was halfway through that I realised I had been sold what's known as... Wait for it... "A Becks Blue." Filled with a indignant wrath, my rage threatened to boil over like an unattended kettle! I felt bamboozled, botrayed, betrixed... More words beginning with 'B'! Devoid of alcohol like an orphan of its mother, a Becks Blue is a charlatan of beverages and is nothing more than 330ml bottle of lies. Pondering my predicament over the bitter taste of deception I gathered my hat and cape and hurriedly made my way to the exit, the bottle of bitter lies far in the past of with I am never to return. Burger was OK. 2/5. read more