The owners of Los Gatos tapas bar have a weekly column in the Swindon Advertiser wherein they promote their business under a thin veil of general restaurant lore. A few weeks ago they moved about 60 meters away and just around the corner from their old location.
This week’s column describes a post-apocalyptic hellscape on Wood Street compared to the bucolic safety of the new digs. Again, about 60 meters away and just around the corner from their old location.
In promoting their business’ new location as yob free a welcoming to the middle-class pound, they have pretty much called their old one a loud, filthy death trap. Albeit 60 meters away and just around the corner.
Summary: “That’s right. Fuck the neighbours, fuck the neighbourhood…we are the only venue worthy of your custom in this shithole, so come up for us then run for cover and best of luck to you getting past the war zone that is Wood Street.”
Why DO they have a weekly column, anyway?