Dinner was very enjoyable, but the conversation from the tables next to us were all the more fascinating. On one side we had two blokes out on the town. They had already had a few drinks. When the waiter delivered their meals, he dropped the dishes. Food and drink all over. Profuse apologies ensued and the manager offered to comp the fresh meals being brought out. These guys proceeded to wrangle quite a few more free cocktails before leaving as well. Brits can drink us under the table. The table on the other side of us comprised of two women who were not able to secure dates for the evening. These gals could chat up a tsunami. We finally realized why waiters in the UK always waited for us to ask for the bill. It's the only way to determine if the dinner party had finally shut up. Part of the conversation revolved around one woman's allowance. Apparently, Daddy had lowered it this year to 120,000 (pounds) and she was having a hard time living within her means. Not sure I can sympathize. She still snagged the entire bill and paid in cash. I kept wondering why her friend came for dinner.
Enough sniping for one blog post. We still had an enjoyable meal and the later it got, the calmer the restaurant became. We liked the classic cocktails (much needed) and the traditional prosciutto, Parmesan, and mozzarella as well as the calamari. We were a bit surprised that the calamari did not include some tentacles. I appreciated the wood stone oven pizza and the different ingredients available. The porchetta and sage pizza was unusual , but tasty.
|A board of meat and cheese - Yum!|
|Porchetta and Sage Pizza|