Ok just to warn anyone reading: I might take a long time to write this post, due to the fact that I have a lot to read: 4 Financial Mails and a Noseweek... AND I'm having my coffee and doing work (at times) too. Not that it affects how you read the post anyway, just thought I'd try make everyone envious of coffee and magazines... heh heh heh!
Saturday afternoon trip to Cavendish. Basically to window shop and get inspiration for Christmas presents. Managed to sort out Mom's and my sis's gifts - YAY :D 2 down!!
Walked around for quite a while then decided to get some lunch. The place we wanted to go to was packed and there was quite a queue outside so it'd have taken us about an hour or so to actually get seated. So we went to the same place we went last time, the place I got moldy toast from. We thought "it can't be bad EVERY time, can it?"
We were seated immediately, the waiter was there straight away and we first ordered our drinks (caramel hot shot mmmmmmmmmm). When the drinks arrived we ordered our meals.
G's and my meals arrived, but his was wrong. They'd given him the half-portion of something similar to what he had ordered. My meal was fine but I waited for his meal to be sorted before starting - we were chatting about stuff anyway. They promptly brought his meal, which was STILL wrong - they'd brought the FULL portion of the wrong thing. G called the waiter back and asked him for a menu, so that he could show him what exactly it was that he'd ordered. A more senior waiter came to ask what was wrong so G showed him on the menu what he'd ordered and well it was more than obvious that what was on the plate was not what G was pointing at.
So anyway, his plate was taken away and I started on my food. Had a forkful, was chatting to G about how terrible it was that they mixed up his food, and was cutting a second forkful when I noticed something odd in my food. Scooped it out with my knife, spread it out on the side of the plate and was AMAZED to find it was a caterpillar. Unmistakeably a caterpillar. It had all 6 stumpy little legs as well as that strange foot thing on its tail that it uses to walk. Used* to walk, since it was dead.
When the waiter came back with G's 3rd-time-lucky meal, I showed him the caterpillar and he took the plate away. A little while later a rather effeminate manager came to apologise and explained that they get the greens fresh off the farm (evidently!) and they don't use pesticide (evidently too!) but they do wash it all first (not so evident).
"I'll take it off your bill" sure but not even an offer of a free coffee or anything.
Shmuck has Bean and Gone, not to return.
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