Celebration

Backdated.

La Belle Fille and I went out to celebrate a year together. I find this vaguely startling, as my previou tendancies have been mostly directed at avoiding any sort of commitment. Still, it's all about the right person, I guess.

This in itself is perhaps not enormously interesting to the rest of y'all, but I'm reasonably proud of myself, and, more importantly, the dinner had a satisfyingly 'Fawlty Towers' feel to it.

Having slightly flailed our timing, we found ourselves at the restaurant about 15 minutes early. Poking our heads in the door we politley enquired as to whether they were open; a very young looking waiter looked a bit scared, went to check, and told us they were.

It turned out they weren't, but they seated us anyway, while the staff sat down for their dinner. Slightly surreal.

Next, as other, real diners appeared to join us, they were all ushered to some secret downstairs room, for purposes unknown. (presumably having dinner...)

My favourite moment came when young waiter arrived with red wine glasses for us, placing them very carefully, and deliberately next to our existing red wine glasses. He then stood back to admire his handiwork, before noticing.

'Ah', says he, 'you've already got glasses, haven't you?'

'Indeed', say we.

'So... you probably don't need those ones then, do you?'

'Probably not'

He quietly removed them.

We didn't see him again, and I can't help but feel the meal was the poorer for it.