As I'm back at being a working girl, the Camel has moved on to be a Lady of Leisure.
I therefore have an excuse to leave the office to have lunch and Camel has a reason to force her ass off the couch and come interact with other human beings than the Kardashians.
As none of my friends can spend any time with me outside the confinements of The List, our meeting spot of the day was Fish Market. Seeing as it was located on my favourite street in the City in between my favourite City wine bar and my favourite City cocktail bar it seemed promising.
Supposedly, this place has some of the best fish in London. Now if it only didn't take 45 minute to show.
Camel and I got to the restaurant and were greeted my the most confused waiter in the world. Adorable, but at my one hour lunch break I don't have time for that confused-and-adorable quality so many waiters still have their jobs because of.
We both ordered the squid for a starter. The most confused waiter in the world looked confused. We both ordered the sea bass. The most confused waiter in the world looked confused. When I proceeded to ask for a side of spinach he did an excellent imitation of my 14 year old self trying to grasp the concept of algebra (still working on that one by the way).
We got the starters and they were lovely! So far so good. Then the electricity went down for a whopping 90 seconds. These 90 seconds delayed our meal with the already mentioned 45 minutes. Our meal specifically. Funnily enough, every other sea bass eater seemed to be getting their sea bass without having to wait for someone to go catch it on the other end of the United Kingdom.
So we asked the most confused waiter in the world about our food. Who looked confused and a tad like he was going to cry. So the most confused waiter in the world's manager came to offer some support and he ensured us our meal would be two minutes. Five minutes later, there was no food and by now Camel and I had successfully covered off the
specific details of one wedding, one honeymoon and entirety of two people's life ambitions. So we asked the most confused waiter in the world and the procedure repeated itself. Now the manager ensured us we were talking about another two minutes and of course we shouldn't cancel our order.
Another seven minutes later, we received some dry fish in foil. Not the most well spent 45 minutes of my life. They also forgot my spinach. I decided that was a battle I would choose not to pick with the most confused waiter in the world.
I guess wine and cocktails is all I'll be doing on New Street going forward.
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| Allegedly they have fish in here. |
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