That would explain why he deliberately seated us at the darkest, most out-of-the-way table: to hide us from the other clientele. But even bums like me are entitled to politeness, when they're paying an arm and a leg for tea and a few tiny cakes.
The food looked exquisite, much better than it tasted. One of the cakes had an edible portrait of Marie Antoinette. The spoon is a teaspoon - you can see how petite the cakes were.
Albert? Now that I see what kind of joint you were in, I'm glad you got insulted. What kind of person wants to buy a cake the size of your thumb? No wonder they spit in the food!! Probably because he couldn't spit in your food ... cue the insults! My advise to you in to order a plate of soup the next time. Hotboy
ReplyDeleteHotters, originally I wanted to follow him home and put a brick through the window. But you're right, knocking on his door then spitting at him would be giving him a taste of his own medicine, and they can't lock you up for it. Send us some of your soup and I'll pour it through the letter box.
ReplyDeleteAlbert? Once you'd tasted my soup, you'd never step your fascist foot in a restaurant again!! Hotboy
ReplyDeletePromises! I'd settle for a few of the beers you offered.
ReplyDeleteAlbert? The "food" on yon plate continues to fascinate! It looks completely poisonous. Why would anyone want to put stuff like that in their gobs? Is there one bit of it not painted? How much did it cost? Go on, give us a laugh! Hotboy
ReplyDeleteHotters. Thank goodness one only has to eat "food" like that once a year. Tea and a few mouthfuls of dainty colour and sugar comes to about 50 quid for two. Still, they do refill your pot as often as you like, with a different Chinese, Japanese or Indian type each time. And the abusive waiter is free.
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