We ordered the steak because of the chalkboard promise of fresh salad or veggies.
Two with mushroom sauce, two without. Two with salad, two with veggies.
Two well done, two-medium rare.
Two ginger beers, a white wine, a schooner of VB and forty minutes later, four apparently identical plates arrived, laden with steak, canned vegetables and chips floating in a sea of brown.
As the first hovered over the spot occupied by Jo, she inquired:
"Is that the medium rare?"
There was an almost imperceptable delay, as though time had stood still for a mere nano-second.
A voice from behind the plates replied:
"It's the steak."
Friday, November 30, 2007
at 9:35 am