So much for staff training....
Lunching yesterday at La Toulouse hastily in between events of a hectic work day, my companion requested a glass of the Pinot Noir.
Female waitperson proceeded to enquire as to whether that was a white or red he wanted.
Hello?
My companion (over from Melbourne for the day) looked suitably perplexed and obviously couldn't wait for me to drop him back to the airport to take him out of this crazy place!
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
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Or, as we often pronounce it in the sticks, Rita.... Pinnit Norry.
Any colour you like.
Cheers, Siry Grumpy.
It swing both ways. I once worked in a cafe where a regular,a well healed and educated man, would order a glass of PEE NOT NO AIR fro himself and his wife would have a glass of either RYE SLING or CAR DON HEY.
Rita, sounds like a common enough occorance here unfortunately. Reminds me of a time at JJ's Dockside in Launceston where our young waitress spent thre or four minutes trying to open a stelvin closed bottle with her corkscrew. Poor thing looked a little perplexed when my wife opened it for her.
Saints preserve us from those dreaded non-French speakers!
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