A Birthday Mistake
Yesterday we needed to quietly celebrate my husband Steve’s
sixty-sixth birthday. My daughter Jacqueline and her husband Martin came with
us to a recently opened nearby restaurant that none of us had been to before and
so thought we would give it a shot. I rang to book a table and asked if they
could rustle up a little cake since it was for a birthday; I should have read the
warming sings when the woman said she couldn’t do that without at least one day
notice. This restaurant is no more than a hundred metres from a village store
where they could have bought a ready-made cake to please new customers.
It is an Italian restaurant but only tiny. A young girl
brought the menus and handed them to each of us. They were double sided and
sealed in plastic film but the selection looked ok, if standard. We ordered
wine for Jakki and me, a Peroni for Martin and mineral water for Steve who does
not drink alcohol at all. The wine and drinks were brought and served and the
wine placed in a bucket of ice on the next table. Our order was taken though we
did say that we would be lucky if the young girl had got all that written down
correctly.
The first course dishes were brought before the pre-dinner
nibbles that we had ordered, Italian bread selection and olives. I had asked
for extra lemon with my Calimari and had to ask again for that before it was
brought to me. When we were half way through the starter, the bread and olives
arrived at which time the table was cluttered. At the same time another group of people were
seated at the table that held our wine bucket and so that was placed carelessly
on the floor between my daughter and I! The first courses were all tasty enough
but nothing special.
For the main meal three of us had ordered a pasta dishes,
and Martin wanted a pizza. The pizza
looked ok but the pasta dishes looked like starter size portions. My choice was
Spaghetti Carbonara and it held very
little, very thin meat and what there was, was very fatty indeed; I hate fatty bacon,
it makes me want to gag. The only sauce barely coated the pasta with nothing
extra on the plate, it was also a little over cooked.
The acoustics were dreadful and were having to speak up
to hear each other over the Spanish (?) music. The waiting staff, were untrained
to say the least.
The company was good though and we still managed to enjoy
ourselves. We did not order dessert but went home for Ice cream.
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