‘whether the performance were flawless,you could opt for a kind of appalled fascination’Not that long ago, in the deepest Florida boondocks, or I fell into conversation with locals. You’re from Scotland?” they marvelled. “You must find it awesome over here! Did you occupy any idea life could be like this?” This,I might add, was in a restaurant called Tugboats Garden of Eatin’, and where dishes were mostly garnished with desiccated coconut and the entertainment consisted of drunken old people getting off with each other.
I can only speculate that it’s this kind of cultural superiority that has led to the opening in London of an outpost of NYC’s Hotel Chantelle. It’s not a hotel. And I’m not entirely certain it’s a restaurant either,but something devised to troll the unsuspecting sent here by the snickering, red-eyed concierge from Hades.
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Source: theguardian.com