Double date – veggie diaries entry
[image error]Exploring new cafes is my thing this week. I had to get the week off work as it was my last chance of paid vacation days. Unfortunately for my budding holiday mood none of my friends regarded me with any response to my messages asking if they wanted to go somewhere fun. I considered doing a last minute food festival, however the weather being particularly disagreeable I decided against it.
Plan so far,
1. coffee shop around the corner which for some unfathomable reason haven’t tried yet.
2. New vegan restaurant in Shoreditch with raving reviews. Need to try the no cheese cheeseburger!!!
3. Walk around Embankment/run around Embankment. Second option gets brownie points.
4. Write cards for Annette, Annie and Ann…that’s what happens when people have triplets!
Well… this list was supposed to be about my food weekly goals.
5. Cook pasta for dinner.
Number five is particularly inspiring. Maybe I’ll add some organic cider to it and a yummy vegan cupcake from the stall around the corner.
I get a message from Ann …
Now if that’s not bizarre…
‘Precious, you’re coming out with me to Rendezvous tonight! Cocktails and fun! No isn’t an option!’
Ahhh…. I don’t think so.
I call, but it goes straight to voicemail.
‘If you’re Claire calling to cancel on tonight address is …’
Oh my…. this is insane. Doesn’t she get work calls on this number? I totally forgot how insanely difficult she is to refuse! I suppose I have to add Randezvous to my list now.
I show up at the bar in a semi casual black and white dress. Casual stands for rebellion, black and white for what appears to be my despairing lack of casual evening outfits. I look like a fancy flower vase. If a do an elaborate hairdo the look would be complete. Alas, my efforts extend to picking out the outfit and donning on some very natural make up. I’m sure I can hear my inner feminist proudly clapping at my resolution to not brother much about my appearance.
Two hours later at the venue I dutifully regret my decision to not take a cab in view of my now very mushy hair courtesy of the dribble outside.
It turns out Ann has very annoyingly set up a double date. Unbelievable !!!
‘So what are you going to have? I find the concept of a restaurant bar thrilling.’
And I find the Brad Pitt wannabe in front of me way too snobbish for my very modest dating standards. He already slashed the food options considering the menu lacks the following ‘exquisite’ according to him choices: foie gras, caviar, oysters, lobsters, etc, etc….
‘I told Ann let’s go to Rubens. I know the chef and his speciality dish is divine. I was dining there a fortnight ago with the chairman of my bank. We’re best of friends. I’m invited to a polo game next week at his country club. The chairman is one mister Stuart Weizmann,’ he notes with pride.
‘What about the shoes?’ I dutifully wake up mid conversation finally catching something of interest.
‘No dear. We’re talking business.’ He seems somewhat offended and waves to the waiter.
‘Ahhhh… excuse me then. I’ll go to the ladies.’
With the sweetest smile I get up and give Ann a look screaming ‘come if you cherish your life’
‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t know he’d be such a prick. Honestlly… his friend is the sweeest most humble…’
‘Ok, never mind. I’m hungry. I’m eating and I’m out of here.’
Whem we go back inside the party of two isn’t there anymore. I suppose Ann’s expectations for her ‘humble’ date would be unanswered.
to be continued…
