Vegetables

So when we first started walking out together, me and the man, we did this crazy romantic Breakfast at Tiffany’s thing where we tried to spend a day doing things neither of us had done before. All good until the end of the day when we both realised that neither of us had ever been brave enough to eat in a certain London-based chain of steak houses. And that was where the romance stopped. Without going off into one of my rants, let me just tell you about the house salad, which was very ‘special’. It comprised warm, overcooked vegetables and a cold sliced tomato. When I mentioned the fact that it was warm in all the wrong ways, the waiter removed the offending dish and reappeared, Basil Fawlty style, with the vegetables now suspended in a dripping colander. ‘I cooled it down a bit more for you,’ he informed us... really, you couldn’t make that up, now could you?