Is that a blueberry flan?
After an appointment, my wife and I decided to have a light lunch at Utzi Café at the Burnside Village.
We both ordered rolls. Jane also ordered a skinny mugachino. I ordered a pot of English Breakfast tea.
You are given a number for the food; and a buzzer for the drinks. A young lady brings the food out fairly quickly.
Then the buzzer goes. I take it to the counter collecting Jane’s skinny mugachino. I notice the guy in charge of drinks is new.
I see him behind the counter making my pot of tea. It’s taking an eternity. Does he know what he is doing? The buzzer keeps buzzing.
Eventually it is ready. I collect it. It was a good pot of tea. I think the buzzer is still going though.
I had just finished my roll but barely started my tea. I go back to the counter; seeing a dairy free blueberry flan, I order it from the new waiter. I thought he said, “I’ll take it to your table.”
I’m deep in conversation with Jane. In the background I hear a voice getting louder.
Someone making a nuisance of themselves. I am wondering if a security guard will appear for the disturbance.
Then shock, horror, the waiter was staring at me to collect my flan. All that noise was for my benefit.
Actually, he was getting grumpier the further the afternoon went. I wonder if the young waiter will be at Utzi next time we go?
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