Sitting here next to the DJ booth, watching people bob their heads to the music.
Colourful sofas line the sides of the room, walls are bare.
Beautiful people pose with their drinks, but all I'm interested in is the one metre sausage I just ordered.
One metre sausage!
More head bobbing, I peer towards the back, is my sausage coming?!
Finally IT is here, served on a long metal trough. Head-bobbing posers look on with envy.
Unfortunately, under the harsh glare of a cell-phone, the sausage is scrawny and shrivelled. Supposedly served on a bed of rocket, I count approximately 10 sprigs. For a metre! That's one sprig per 10 cm! ($25)
The truffle fries were not much better. The serving about the size of a large fries from McDonalds, the fries were cold, oily and thin-cut. No hint of truffles anywhere, oil or not. ($16)
Alright, enough whining about the food, back to head-bobbing posing with my vodka cranberry. ($10)
At least I didn't pay for the food. I would really be angry then.
(@BlackBerry)
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