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Date: 20 October 2004 11:33:20
Sounds like something a Hobbit would have, along with second breakfast. I was at a work dinner last night at some swanky restaurant where the washbasin taps turn themselves on when you walk past them. And for the first time, I came across the concept of a pre-dessert - which is a little fiddly thing that they give you that you didn't order. Bizarrely, the pre-dessert tasted exactly like a small glass of Muller Fruit Corner with a baby doughnut on top (they called it a beignet but it was definitely a doughnut).
I also found myself obsessively counting plates. Every course, including the pre-courses (some random breadsticks and sauce, an "amuse bouche" and the pre-dessert as well as the food we had actually ordered) came on at least two plates, as well as the ones that were already on the table when we arrived and then were whipped away. I reckon that there were 16 plates expended just on me yesterday evening - when i would have been happy with one. Bizarre, isn't it? Of course, the really ironic thing was that all this faffing around with pre-desserts took so long that it went on forever, and I left before the actual dessert, meaning that the pre-dessert wasn't really a pre-dessert after all.
If you think I'm getting a bit above my station here, rest assured that we're taking the youth group ten pin bowling this evening which should bring me straight back to earth. I'll be lucky if I get a pre-bag-of-chips and a pre-burger.