Poor. Tut tut Egon, tut tut. Before I tut for the final time I have this to say about Egon. Egon failed on several attempts to explain to me where these so called "gastropubs" were. The names and locationas we blotched out like some sort of government minister had been in with a felt tip pen - THAT WAS BLACK, repeat black. Also the copy I had was filed with raw egg, inside the book. I did not expect this! And, no, it wasn't a culinary delight so dont even dare say I fried it up in some butter and ate it for breakfast. Just don't. Before I leave you, I must say he is the most opinionated person I have ever met, giving long and pointless chaucer style poem, rediculous.