Obviously this post has to be based on food…..
…..and it is…..
…..but the real action lies elsewhere
The G.-man was suited and booted and more…..
…..the two-tone Ben Sherman was dusted off and donned
Founded in 1963 by Arthur Sugarman and still rocking
Unusually, this was a two-part evening for the G.-sters
…..a one-part evening for the also-rans…..
…..So drinks al fresco, nel giardino, per tutto
…..followed by dinner for eight at eight
So Plan ‘A’ was for the hostess to announce close to said
hour (8) that a reservation had been made for the hostess
and a small group in a restaurant that necessitated the departure
of said others
No one moved
No one blinked
The fallback plan (B) was to repeat the entreaty to leave toute suite
…..said reservation would be lost
Still no one moved
Not a soul blinked
Time edged towards 9pm…..
…..said fictional reservation was almost certainly to be lost soon
Up stepped the redoubtable hostess…..
…..patience at an end…..
…..and blurted out the unpleasant truth…..
Plan C !
…..followed swiftly by a straightforward order…..
…..’A small group of you is staying for dinner here’…..
…..’and the rest of you need to leave so we can get on with
our repast before it goes cold !’
…..for the lucky eight…..
…..the unlucky residue shuffled towards the exit heads slightly
At last ! Etta James, 1961
Taking his seat the Groover got comfortable to get munching
The Amazonian to his right was returning her food…..
…..’Hmmm, not hungry ?’ the G.-man enquired
‘Not at all,’ she shot back, ‘I don’t eat meat, wheat or fish’
The gentleman to her right perked up…..
‘That doesn’t leave much, does it ?’
‘Well no,’ she admitted unabashed
Then the G.-man waded in with a simple…..
…..’But why ?’
‘Oh, easy’ she replied, ‘Wheat is a gluten thingy’…..
…..’as for the rest, I don’t eat things with faces’
What ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
‘Oh, I do eat crustaceans’
Ah ha ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Got you, the Groover thought…..
…..she obviously hasn’t seen ‘Finding Nemo’, 2003
Remember ?…..Jacques…..the Pacific cleaner shrimp
Bad, eh ?
Well, it got worse…..
…..said Lady declined the wine ! ! ! ! !
Hell on earth ? ! ?
A poor soul that doesn’t eat (virtually) or drink !
She doesn’t know what she missed, the food was very good
…..and the almond flour cake served for pudding was outstanding
Well the conversation ebbed and flowed but politics and sport
seemed to be off the agenda…..
…..which was a little surprising as Iraq was entering critical
meltdown and the boys sporting three lions in the world cup began to
serve up as yet no positive surprises for now nearly sixty successive
But the conversation remorselessly avoided conflicts and
…..Like Nero fiddling while Rome burned ?
Bless them all…..
…..big hearts aplenty
…..and bigger thanks to the generous host and all who sail in her !