Tuesday, 5 June 2007
No sense crying over spilled Merlot.
Well, cabernet merlot really, but sometimes one must go with the metre.
Last night we went to a dinner put on by the catering class at the college Margaret attends. It was a three course, linen napkin affair. And I have never seen so many waiters in a real restaurant. Admittedly these ones were VERY nervous.
The meal got off to an awkward start when the wine waiter was putting my glass of wine on the table and managed to lose the remaining glass off the tray. Mostly down my right-hand side. Of course, it was a red wine and, for extra effect, the glass bounced off my shoulder and broke on the floor. The waiter was horrified, the supervisor was horrified, the people around the table looked at me... What can you do? The guy was mortified enough. Tried to reassure him that I ahd always wanted a pink shirt but he seemed unconvinced. The supervisor assured me the school would dry clean my shirt and jacket and the meal continued.
It wasn't a great meal.
But it was definitely memorable.