Saturday, August 23, 2008

Espresso, Long Table, Red Hill

I'm a big fan of planting weird things in conversations for waitresses to overhear as they approach the table, so they can walk away thinking, "What the hell were they talking about?"  But occasionally they hear what you were really talking about, and it's just as weird.  I had a good one of those tonight:

"...and I was like, 'Can the neighbours hear me vomiting?'"

Awesome food here too.  I had the ox cheek.  I love telling my grandad about weird cuts of meat I've eaten, just so he can say, with the authority of an old school butcher, "We used to put that in the dog food."

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