“The age of your children is a key factor in how quickly you are served in a restaurant. We once had a waiter in Canada who said, ‘Could I get you your check?’ and we answered, ‘How about the menu first?’” ~ Erma Bombeck
The second day of the new year and so far it’s going rather well.
As I sat in bed, clutching my morning coffee and staring at the wardrobe, a debate went on inside my head. What shall I do first? Should I make a start on taking down the Christmas decorations, sort out the clothes and other items for the charity shop or should I clean out the fridge?
I finished the coffee, flung open the wardrobe doors and began to take out the clothes, two recycle sacksful later and the wardrobe task was achieved. Unfortunately, the suitcase that I packed three years ago is still waiting for my attention. Tomorrow perhaps! So, that’s one resolution box ticked.
Following the Christmas break, most of the schools in the Leeds area re-opened today. The son, a teacher, who came home for Christmas 2016 and never left, didn’t finish school until immediately before Christmas, so is still at home. The eldest daughter, a school manager, who with her husband and children lives at the other side of our house, went back to work today.
Seeing as their own school was hosting a teacher training day, the children stayed home and to break up the day and give them a treat and without making a reservation, I took them out for lunch. Twelve year old Daisy chose the restaurant, a purpose built gastro pub, not far from home and close to the airport runway.
We settled ourselves at a table and began to browse the menu, a loud screech from a baby, followed by a piercing scream from a toddler, sent us scuttling to the room next door, where we all agreed that given the Christmas period and our large ‘close’ family, we seem to have heard a lot of this lately, and changing rooms was our best idea yet!
Just a question, but exactly when did chips and fries become two different dishes in the UK?
When ordering Max’s side order of fries, I was told “We don’t do fries, just chips!”
We were half way through our main course when fifteen year old Max began to entertain us with his amusing version of a restaurant critique. Though it’s one of those things where you had to have been there in order fully appreciate, especially the wonderful tone of his voice.
Max: This restaurant, being so close to home is extremely convenient. The building is new and at just over a year old, it manages to masquerade well as a much older property.
Me: Now that’s one of the things I don’t like about it, it reminds me of the eighties They (whoever they are) ought to have given it a brighter more modern look.
Max: My not so generous serving of Nachos is a little heavy on the cheese, my suggestion would be more nachos and less cheese. The side order of Chips, is a little large, therefore I am thinking of asking for a doggy bag. Nan, do they do doggy bags?
Me: I don’t think people normally take home leftover chips, though you could try asking!
Max: My sister’s portion of chicken strips is generous for a kid’s meal and is reported to be succulent and tasty. My Nan chose the carvery and has reported that the Yorkshire pudding is perfectly seasoned, she also reported that normally the Yorkshire pudding in this restaurant is pretty bland!
However, I can report that the homemade desserts here are very generous and extremely delicious.
Unfortunately, I also reported back to the children that three of the clientele queuing at the carvery were too loud, very rough and the sort you usually try to avoid.
Oh dear, it looks like I’ve broken the second of my new year resolutions already!
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