Ok so my mom and I, after an hour of pilates decided to go for breakfast. Usually we go to il de pain but today we decided to try the place accross the road and OMG, terrible, terrible decision!! Ok so we arrive and unluckily we get this OTT hippy guy who has probably just matriculated from Knysna High and has decided to stay in knysna for his gap year, or like, for the rest of his life. That kind. Anyway, we order coffees and I get the one with a heart shape on the foam. I hope he wasnt implying anything! Then we wait....and wait. Our waitor, after having about 2 cigarettes in the back yard which is visable for all of the customers he informs us annoyingly that the chef is just off to buy more supplies and because of the delay he is going to bring us a taster in the mean time 'on the house!'. My mom and I sit there as patiently as possible. Something we both have to work on. Here comes the taster. Toast with anchovy spread. Neither of us are appetized in the leaste. I force some of it down and my mom strategically does a bit of rearranging, making it look as though she had also had a 'taste'. Ok so we wait again...And my mom orders another coffee. This time the waitor tries to entertain us by asking us to guess what picture in on the foam. 'Its a dog!' I say in an eager tone (which is faked well, i must say). The waitor dissapears off to have another cigarette, this time with a hippy friend. 'Shall we go?' my mom asks, (she obviously misses her phone which she left at home, she is such an addict when Sham is away!) 'NO!' I say, 'we cant just leave!' (I start to wonder if I am the ONLY sane person around). After about an hour of waiting a member of the highly trained kitchen staff comes out and informs us that the food will be out 'shortly, they are just waiting for a guy to arrive back with the yougart' (he is probably waiting in a que in the local spar). 'JUST bring it out! Dont worry about the missing yougart' my mom demands.
To cut things shorter here is a list of what happend next...
-Mom ate her fruit salad with milk instead of yougart
-My poached eggs were hard and cold
-The waitor dissappeard when we needed to pay
-When he arrived out of the loo he could not work the till
-He used a calculated 4 times, each time he checked the value changed, he started to panic
-My mom offered to just pay R150 and forget about the calculations
-He agrees and then doesnt have change for R200
-By this time I am already out at the car, it was all to much to bare
-As my mom gets to the car we speed off with a wheel spin and then find ourselves behind a slow truck the whole way home
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