I find her a piece of work too. One public holiday weekend, my mates and I had a table next to a bunch of about 8 kiddies, with their parents on a big table alongside them. The children were just chatting and laughing as kids do, but everytime the dragon came out the kids got a bollocksing for being too noisy or, god forbid, touching the curtains. Of course, the parents were mortified that someone else felt the need to tell off their kids and so starting shooshing the little tykes themselves, even though they probably weren't really concerned about their behaviour.
We made a point of telling the parents that the kids were being fine and just lovely actually, and we weren't concerned about their behaviour at all.
Oh yeah, and on the same night, I and a mate ordered the kangaroo - mine was perfect. Mate's was practically dripping with blood, translucent all the way through. Needless to say, she only ate a bit. When the waitress asked her if the meal was ok, she replied it was too rare for her but didn't complain. My mate was then tersely told that that is how you have kangaroo! Yeah, actually medium rare is tender. That rare is raw wagyu. And maybe an offer to replace or cook longer would have been nice? |