(DIY chef)
Last week we went to Food Foundry for lunch. Hats off to Kimberly, with a little assistance of Marjorie, whom both managed to annoy the hell out of our waiter.
It starts with Kim whining to the poor dude about her favourite tea variant missing from the menu. He gives her the eye. (no not 'that' eye) Then Marj goes on to ask which pasta is better? The beef or the chicken one? I could've sworn I heard his knuckles crack (while holding his paper notebook)
Later on. Marj innocently asks for some chilli flakes. He fetches it, only to return and have Kim ask him for some salt and pepper.
Finaly, he gets back and goes:
"Salt. *plonk* Pepper. *plonk* Chilli sauce. *plonk* Anything else?"
The tabasco was already on the table. Lucky for Kim or he might've splashed some into her colour-contact-lensed eyes.
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