The place I'm working currently is not famed for its choice of cosmopolitan eateries. In fact it's probably more famous for stabbings and muggings. Last night I decided I was tiring of Marks And Spencer picnics in my room, I'd eaten everything I liked the look of on the Hotel's bar menu several times (I've been stying there for the last 8 months) and I fancied an Italian Meal.
I'd spotted what I thought was a reasonable looking place a while back. I'm not sure if it's a chain or not. It seemed busyish without being too packed. I should have realised straight away that something was wrong when I walked in and a passing waitress averted her eyes and scuttled off as she saw me. No matter, I asked the guy behind the bar for a table for one - he politely showed me to a table. Where I sat and watched the comings and goings of the staff a while. No menu, no drinks offered, nothing. So I decided I'd go elsewhere. After all, I can sit in the bus station or the shopping centre and be ignored, and that's free.
I decided to go down the road to the Italian place where I've eaten before (and had good service). I'd only decided to try the other one from a mixture of curiosity and laziness. On the way, however, I decided to try an Indian Restaurant I hadn't eaten in before.
I was greeted warmly (good start) and invited to sit anywhere. I hadn't noticed before but the place was empty. So I picked a table for two about half way in. When I sat down I noticed the next table had two half finished pints of beer and some unfinished food on it.
My food was speedy and pretty reasonable. After a little while the next table was re-occupied by two very drunk women. Their speech was just about intelligible, although every other word seemed to be "fack" or "cant".
They recounted the evening's events over and over again to the extent that I was tempted to look at my watch in case we'd slipped into some sort of time vortex in a groundhog day stylee. They were, it seems, a lesbian couple, but one had been on the end of unwelcome attention from another woman.
"I thought you were going to knock her out" (I've omitted the facks) "I would've - and would you blame me?" - and so on. They were drunk enough to think that belching loudly and then saying sorry was hilarious (actually it was less offensive than the smell of them or their language). I ate up, paid up and left, wondering what the remainder of the evening had in store for the two of them and the proprietor of the restaurant.
Ho Hum another groovy evening in our beloved capital.
Tonight is late night opening in the shopping centre so I may try my luck there - or possibly I'll take the train out of this dump. I want reasonably healthy food at a sensible price, good (fast) service and quietish place to eat - why is that such a tall order in London?