SO I went to Maria’s restaurant on Denman last night with two coworkers and did NOTHING except talk about work. The food was fabulous, the service was a little…. I dunno. She kinda flung stuff on the table in a remarkably inelegant fashion.
Now it’s time to go to work and talk about…. the restaurant? Life is so recursive, and passing odd. Thanks for the link Lady Miss B ’cause it was very funny.
Hope you tipped her accordingly.
I cannot tell a lie. I didn’t pay, and I advocated for no adjustment to the normal course of events.