THERE’S a chap coming to take our order at the Devonshire Arms, Baslow, and he appears to be busy texting. Surely not?
“That would be very rude,” says David McHattie, showing me the latest restaurant gizmo. The menu’s on the screen and when you order he punches a button and it prints off your check in the kitchen.
There’s even a picture of the dish if you want to take a peek. Whatever next?