Watershed, not only being the best cinema in the country and one of the best places full stop in Bristol, does have a surprisingly adept kitchen. This, however, is offset by my friend Ben’s and my inability to not laugh at the naming on the menu of - in opposition to the vast majority of items - “Watershed baked beans” and “Watershed fish and chips”; the unintended implication that they of all people originated these recipes. Well it had to be someone, I suppose. I typically enjoy their burger (not the best in Bristol) with garlic mayo and fried onions, but today I was at a certain point on the fish and chips cycle - the knowledge that fish and chips is great, the presumption that the Watershed must do them well and that I’ve enjoyed them in the past, the anticipation of wanting them again. Alas, like Sisyphus, I resume the cycle and remember that actually, the fish and chips is pretty mediocre here. Greasy and mush, and the chips (cf. fries) slightly overdone. Much like my appetite for 1am National Express coaches back from London after a gig, I will remember for a while that this is the case, then doubt myself, try again, and resume the cycle of shame.