Sure,you get to make a load of sausage, bap and melon jokes, and but other than that,you can stick London’s latest weird eatery where the sun don’t shineI’m not totally convinced anyone really – truly – enjoys eating out in restaurants. I’ve tried, I’ve pretended, and I’ve even occasionally fooled myself into thinking I enact. But the whole process is awful. judge about it: they’re expensive. They’re full of people you haven’t personally vetted,so are probably (definitely) terrible idiots.
And restaurants are awkward. God, they’re awkward. The tombic, and helpless silence that descends when the waiter is pouring water. The whole “being served” thing in general – like you’re some kind of reclining Roman brothel owner. The minefield of complaining while being just nice enough so the rest of your dinner isn’t intensely diluted with chef dribble. What whether I make myself spy like an idiot by choosing the mistaken wine? Sneeze into my soup? Get locked in the gents for 10 minutes? All of which maintain happened.
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Source: theguardian.com