the weekend was... educational
it was Saturday evening, i'd just gotten off work, rushed back home to get ready for the night out. i was tired to the bone - it had been a looooong day and to be honest all i'd wanted to do was flop in bed and sleep 'til kingdom come. but the date had been set, so what was i to do? half an hour in the tub and an hour of outfit-picking later i received a text : "What time do you want me to pick you up?"
we'd agreed on 8 o'clock, but i was starving, so i texted back "Come get me in half an hour?"
it was my job to pick the restaurant, and i'd already decided that we'd go to this place on Falkner Street - his favourite is Italian, and i was in the mood for a salmon fettucini. when we got there though, the place was packed - to the brim. no parking spots either, not even after we'd done 4 turns around the block.
so we headed to the docks - wouldn't have any parking problems there - and sure enough, we found a spot almost right away. got to the Pan American, where we were told that there wouldn't be any tables available until 10:15. you see, i was clever enough to not have anticipated the Saturday night crowd, and we were, therefore, without reservations. brilliant.
not to worry, though, there are loads of restaurants at the docks. tried the next one : Est Est Est, where there were also no tables, but we were "welcome to have drinks at the bar."
by that time i was so hungry my toes were growling so when he suggested a Spanish place in Queens Square, i agreed. i'd already eaten through half my cheek, i was that hungry. when we got there, though, La Tasca was (you guessed it) full. there was an hour and a half wait for a table.
as we walked the three blocks back to the car, he joked "At this rate, we'll end up having dinner at McDonald's." i laughed, but secretly thought "Please, god, no." we were dressed to the nine's - well, at least, i was dressed to the nine's; him, more to the eight's - and showing up at McDonald's looking like that, everyone would've known our scouting-for-restaurants-in-vain plight.
anyway, restaurant #5 - a Greek place on the other side of town - was also full.
so i suggested Lark Lane - a road full of pubs and restaurants, there was bound to be one table somewhere. the first place we went to - Keith's - smoky, pub-like atmosphere (by this time i was desperate) was also full.
we finally ended up at no. 52 - where the baby Jesus finally decided that he had teased my hunger enough and bestowed upon us a table - the last one in the restaurant, in fact. so an hour and a half of driving around and getting turned away from restaurant after restaurant later, i had the most deeeelicious scallops with fried calamari, and then the tenderest most luscious lamb, followed by the most horrible cup of coffee ever. two out of three, not too shabby methinks.
anyway, the lesson: never, never, never leave the house on Saturday night without first making a reservation. never.
we'd agreed on 8 o'clock, but i was starving, so i texted back "Come get me in half an hour?"
it was my job to pick the restaurant, and i'd already decided that we'd go to this place on Falkner Street - his favourite is Italian, and i was in the mood for a salmon fettucini. when we got there though, the place was packed - to the brim. no parking spots either, not even after we'd done 4 turns around the block.
so we headed to the docks - wouldn't have any parking problems there - and sure enough, we found a spot almost right away. got to the Pan American, where we were told that there wouldn't be any tables available until 10:15. you see, i was clever enough to not have anticipated the Saturday night crowd, and we were, therefore, without reservations. brilliant.
not to worry, though, there are loads of restaurants at the docks. tried the next one : Est Est Est, where there were also no tables, but we were "welcome to have drinks at the bar."
by that time i was so hungry my toes were growling so when he suggested a Spanish place in Queens Square, i agreed. i'd already eaten through half my cheek, i was that hungry. when we got there, though, La Tasca was (you guessed it) full. there was an hour and a half wait for a table.
as we walked the three blocks back to the car, he joked "At this rate, we'll end up having dinner at McDonald's." i laughed, but secretly thought "Please, god, no." we were dressed to the nine's - well, at least, i was dressed to the nine's; him, more to the eight's - and showing up at McDonald's looking like that, everyone would've known our scouting-for-restaurants-in-vain plight.
anyway, restaurant #5 - a Greek place on the other side of town - was also full.
so i suggested Lark Lane - a road full of pubs and restaurants, there was bound to be one table somewhere. the first place we went to - Keith's - smoky, pub-like atmosphere (by this time i was desperate) was also full.
we finally ended up at no. 52 - where the baby Jesus finally decided that he had teased my hunger enough and bestowed upon us a table - the last one in the restaurant, in fact. so an hour and a half of driving around and getting turned away from restaurant after restaurant later, i had the most deeeelicious scallops with fried calamari, and then the tenderest most luscious lamb, followed by the most horrible cup of coffee ever. two out of three, not too shabby methinks.
anyway, the lesson: never, never, never leave the house on Saturday night without first making a reservation. never.
posted by nu. at 3:20 pm
6 Comments:
Reservations my dear, reservations. We have this thing in the US called Open Table, where you make reservations through them at pretty much every restaurant and you receive dining points when you complete the reservation. After you've gotten a certain number of points, you get to turn them in for dining certificates at any restaurant. So it pretty much means you get a certain amount off the next time you dine. I love it.
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I hate making reservations. I usually call ahead to see if I need one. They way I see it, doctors don't keep appointments. Why should I? Hee, hee!
both brilliant ideas. you'd think that my mind would've been able to register that Saturday night = whole human population out for dinner. but did i think that? no.
Well, most important thing, you survived that whole starvation thingy and you were there when I came!! So glad to have met you... I will post them pictures when I get back to Msia.
You take care girl. Love ya!! And, nice place...
well, you see, i had to survive cos i would've just died if i hadn't been able to meet you on Sunday! i'm so glad you came!
have a great Raya and a wonderful birthday sayang.
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