Uurgh. We just went to a farewell lunch for one of our workmates at a restaurant called Peter Pan [note: boring link] in Crows Nest, where amongst the joys of cold food, varying meal sizes and one dish which had a piece of plastic in it... I've been running to the bathroom for the past 2 hours. Thanks Peter Pan!
Here's a heads up, avoid the Chicken Cacciatore.
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