I went to a small restaurant on a canal close to my house. I'd seen it before, passing it on my way to the supermarket, but I'd never eaten there. It's a strange mix of Argentine and Italian food, which really means lots of steak, pizza and pasta. It all started pretty well, some guests already there, but not too many. We got the menu quickly enough, and our food. We wanted pizza, and it tasted very well.
We were seated close to the bar, the centre of operations. Three members of staff were there, a man and two girls. I think one of the girls was quite new as she still had to ask many questions on what to do and where to find things. As the evening wore on the restaurant got more quiet and it felt like the three didn't have that much to do anymore. One of them had her own dinner, the other two dealt with orders coming in over the phone. That was quite a challenge, with the supply of Fanta running out while that appeared to be the favourite for the evening. One of the delivery men came back in, looking for a parcel, but found it incomplete. The staff all claimed to have nothing to do with the order.
We got our coffees on time, but had to wait a while for the apple pie. We saw it coming past a few times, being taken from one end of the restaurant to the other, after the manager had explained they had forgotten about that. Intriguing. Well, it tasted pretty good in the end. And it really was quite funny...
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