17 February 2014
Went out for Indian Friday night. Nothing more lovely for Valentine's than waking up the next day than the old fart sack smelling like stale beer drool and curry stained pyjamas.
Sonja and I had made reservations so we were taken straight to our table. Did not take long before Sonja had a bottle of red and a long stemmed glass before her and I had a 500 ml bottle of Tiger in front of me.
We were hungry and ready to put in our order. A couple sitting nearby, sensing our impatience, began to chat with us. "Don't worry. You should not have to wait for more than a couple, maybe three, hours more," the scruffy male at the table told us. His wife/girlfriend laughed and said, "He did not have that beard when we got here."
"Beard, Hell," the gentleman said, "I had not even reached puberty yet."
The restaurant was, we noticed, understaffed on the front side and probably just as short of help on the backside. People kept coming in until all the tables were full and the phone rang off the hook like the place was the only whorehouse in town and a navy ship had just docked.
It was Valentine's Day, Sonja and I reasoned, bound to be delays. We drank and we drank. Those Tigers are not half bad.
Other customers, some people refuse to allow a table full of liquor to keep them happy when they are waiting, were getting right pissed off however. Table after table began expressing their anger with owner and her sole waitress and then leaving in a huff, the way Canuck fans did when the Bruins beat them in game seven a few years ago.
Soon Sonja was on her second bottle and I into my fourth Tiger. It was then we noticed the Indian customers who had come in well after we had were being served their food before us.
The cunts were discriminating against us. "It's like that old Johnny Thunders song," I told Sonja, "'Just Because I'm White Doesn't Mean You Have To Treat Me Like A Nigger.'"
A fifth Tiger.
Then a sixth
I was not even hungry by the time our food finally arrived. It was splendid however. Worth every minute of the wait.
We did not tip which is exceedingly rare for us and we had a polite, if somewhat slurred, word with the owner, who we know, before we left.
Never going to spend another dime in that racist establishment.