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Date: 03 November 2007 09:48:35
...went to Cardiff again for some more training. Last tme they sent me to a rather basic hotel in a rather run down area, this time they put me in a really really posh one with fancy resturant and a spa and things. The room had 2 walls that were windows looking out over Cardiff (reminded me of the room they go to in Lost in Translation.
I went to get some food (I had to eat at the resturant in the hotel as it was all inclusive) and sat down in the huge, but deserted room. There were 3 other diners, also all by themselves, each one sat as phisically far away from each other as possible.
I was asked if I wanted the wine list, and I said I wanted a pint. Already she was confused, and I felt really uncomfortable and totally out of place. She cut off a bit of bread (there were options!) and brought over a tiny tiny plate that had what looked like 2 triangles of soggy corned beef in it. I didn't really understand what anything on the menu was (there was nothing "normal" on it, it was all pheasant and veal and stuff). After asked her what she thought I should have I went for the Sole, but when it came out it was a sort of mashy thing with fish in it sat on a green mashy base, the whole thing no bigger than my fist. Surrounding the mashy bit were some squidgy things. I asked her what the squidgy things were, a line of questioning I am sure she was not used to. (they were clams, yuck).
So I ate my food and got out as soon as possible, eating by myself in there made me feel depressed, found a Wetherspoons and has a proper pint of Welsh cider, got my book out and relaxed. Perhaps I am not cut out for the life of travelling on business...