Today has been the most glorious of days, a no nonsense autumnal piece of perfection.
Coincidentally we had arranged a stroll and afternoon tea date with some lovely people and so it was, with a spring in our step, that we pottered off to our agreed destination.
Having just got into our stride of balancing good conversation with an ambling walking pace, the wee boy enquires whether we can go back yet. I explain to him that as we are not yet there, we can’t possibly start to go back. It’s one of those interesting conversations small people instigate. We eventually compromised by us all sitting right in the middle of a set of steps, so as to cause as much obstruction as possible, for a small breather, before continuing.
Inevitably, further along on our stroll, we find ourselves on the way back heading towards the cafe, and after some light ice cream van negotiation, land at destination ‘afternoon tea’.
The wee boy decided that he would like a bowl of rice, and so with considered aplomb, I approach the small crowd of waiting staff huddled together as though planning the Great Escape, to enquire whether I may order a small bowl of rice for the wee boy.
A look of incredulity passed across the group, like a Mexican wave. Anybody watching may have suspected that I’d asked for the plans for said Great Escape. The question was passed from one person to another, and although one of the group pointed to a large bowl of rice amongst the chilled counter, huddled in-between other salad type affairs, there seemed to be some confusion and befuddlement as to how a bowl of rice could be served.
‘You can have the rice as part of a salmon salad’
‘I’d just like a bowl of rice, please’
‘You could have it as part of any combination of salads’
‘I’d just like a bowl of rice please’
More discussion ensued and then I was shown an eggcup.
‘Would you like this much rice?’
‘Do you have anything bigger?’ (my wee boy is 4)
I was then shown a ramekin dish
It was at this point, that with some desperation, I signalled to the Great Escape group, a bowl shape with my hands.
‘Do you have anything this size?’ knowing full well they did as they are a fully functioning, busy, on the lakeside, CAFE
And at last, the penny dropped and a bowl of rice was produced.
Now I don’t want to come across as a grumpy old mare, but please, if you’re going to work in a cafe, have the nous to understand that any combination of food available, is possible. It is too much to ask?
Of course this didn’t ruin our afternoon, it only provided metaphorical food to dine out on. And as a short N.B. the rice was actually delicious.