In reply to Phil1919:
The group dining were spirited Glasgow men. The vibe they gave off was good natured, not at all know-all, and out to enjoy their time out of the city. Gregarious and voluble. The sort of guys who would be good company in a bothy. They'd all but finished their meal, telling me how good it was.
I went away to my room to fetch the ingredients to cook, but couldn't get started as they repeatedly invited me to sit and have a can of Tennents. It was difficult to refuse a drink from the point of manners, I would have preferred to avoid alcohol being tired and dehydrated. The effect on my energy levels was pronounced. Too tired to cook, with 4 guys stuck round a small table, cramped, thigh to thigh, and part of me really just wanting to go and get some sleep, but also aware that I should contribute to the tale trading to repay their hospitality, and them eager to hear about the big walk I was on, I was 'led astray'..
The food they offered was literally the burnt bits around the edge of the dish and the cold scraps of naan bread. Not really something that could be resold. I gave into their invitation to eat when I was no longer capable of cooking by virtue of tiredness not drunkenness. They had paid for the dishes, I reasoned, so it was their gift to give. I would be sitting at the same table if I was eating my own food. I was not gatecrashing, but reluctantly contributing to the group's entertainment. One of those situations where you may be a reluctant participant at the time, but some small part of you also enjoyed the company of your fellow men. This was in noted contrast to the disdain shown by the owner's facial expression. It stuck in my head and that is why I contributed to this post. The hostel is somewhere I would go again, but that attitude I saw was judgemental, not the personable grumpiness I can live with, once exemplified at Gerry's Hostel.