The other day I found myself needing a late lunch near St Albans City station. (This is what will sometimes happen if you go for bike rides on your days off.) I went into a nearby pub that had a big menu outside.
"Hello. Is the food still on?"
"Ye-es. Until three." (It was quarter to.)
"Thank you! I'd like the chicken curry and a pint of the Tribute."
"Would you like chips with that?"
"Um. Can I have rice?"
"I'll call the kitchen. We ran out the other day."
So she called the kitchen and they did have some rice, and I found a table and she brought over the cutlery, along, separately and unasked, with the ketchup, the mayonnaise and the malt vinegar. The curry was all right but oversweet - after its build-up, however, it tasted like a miracle. I didn't try it with the vinegar.