| Tis the season to be somewhat baffled |
[Dec. 5th, 2002|10:07 am] |
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It was the local Lib Dem Christmas dinner last night, a very jolly occasion at a venue hastily arranged because the first choice hadn't managed to reopen its restaurant after renovation.
The venue had better remain nameless (it was part of a national restaurant chain) because frankly half the time we weren't entirely sure what the stuff on the plates and dishes actually was.
Two people each ordered half a chicken, but what arrived could never have been combined into a whole bird. After much poking and prodding of bits of grilled meat the waitress was asked what she made of it. Her face turned to thunder and she marched off to the kitchens looking like she was about to punch out a chef... when she returned she admitted the kitchen had run out and had substituted chicken wings hoping that no-one would notice.
Meanwhile I was trying to work out what the hell I'd ordered. Now, I like pancakes. And I like pasta. But never before have I been given pancakes stuffed with pasta. Have I missed something here? Is this a normal menu item and I've always overlooked it? I mean, it was edible, but that's about the best that can be said of it. Very odd.
Finally, the long-suffering (and ultimately well-tipped) waitress materialised at the table just as I was quizzically poking the crust on the top of a pot of dip in the desperate hope it might turn out to be some sort of plastic lid. It wasn't, of course - just very, very old french mustard.
The bizarre thing about all this was that it was supposed to be the restaurant's Christmas menu, yet the only seasonal thing about it was the picture on the front of the menu. In all other respects it was an ordinary year-round menu, badly planned and badly executed.
But the service was great. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2002|12:19 pm] |
There's a blasted car alarm been going off in the street all damn morning... it's driving us all nuts. |
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| Hee hee :o) |
[Dec. 5th, 2002|01:39 pm] |
I walked past the car with the alarm when I went to buy a sandwich... it's illegally parked in a residents' parking zone, with a notice from the council's highways department on it, and a very rude note ALL IN CAPITAL LETTERS under the wiper... it also has furry dice hanging from the rear view mirror so I have no sympathy whatsoever for its owner... |
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[Dec. 5th, 2002|03:57 pm] |
The owner of the alarm-car has returned. The alarm had long-since stopped, as it had flattened the car battery.
The owner got a right mouthful from the neighbours, then had to call a mate out for a jump start. As soon as he put the jump leads on and his mate turned his ignition the alarm started up again and everyone here went to the windows to glare at him.
Some people are destined never to achieve popularity... |
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