A little while back, I finally got to meet the lovely Poppy St Vincent – an online friend for what seems like the longest time, and even more delightful in real life. Within moments of meeting, I felt completely relaxed and happy in her company – and comfortable chatting openly about life, the universe and Anything Of Mutual Interest!
We lunched in a newly-opened, trendy Mexican place in Soho – feeling, it must be said, very disloyal to long-standing favourite Wahaha. Our waitress was quite lovely – not, of course, that I’ve ever in the past been attracted to cute, short, curvier, dark-haired girls…
Now, Mexican cooking comes with a health warning for me – in that I’m hugely allergic to avocado, a fairly common ingredient in this style of cuisine. As ever, I mentioned this when ordering; as so often is the case, one of the dishes arrived with the ghastly evil green adornment.
Said waitress was hugely apologetic; she took the item back and brought a fresh portion a few moments later. And, of course, I couldn’t help but speculate to Poppy that the young lady in question would be soundly spanked later by the maitre d’ for her mistake.
A couple of weeks later, and I’m back in the same place for a quick pre-theatre meal. I order – from the same waitress – before even sitting down at my table. She looks at me and says: “No avocado, right?” Clearly, I thought, my theory had been spot on – her painful bare-bottomed lesson having firmly imprinted my dining preferences on her mind. Poor thing…!
If I thought for a second this might actually work, I’d so invite you to come dine your way through our small town. I’m sure you’d have this place tip-top in no time.
Now feel a burning need to warn the poor girls of the dire consequences that befall those offering you less than exemplary service.
From past experience think this could be a delightfully entertaining moment. 😉
I had a lovely time with you- thank you so much! X