We decided to go to a new restaurant for dinner tonight. The restaurant doesn’t really make much difference, to be honest. They all have almost exactly the same food. But sometimes one will be more expensive, or less spicy, or have better service than another.
This one was good, except for the owner coming in half way through. On her motorbike. In the middle of the restaurant.
And then the delivery truck showed up to drop off next week’s main course.
That, folks, is a double decker donkey truck. I am inordinately glad we ordered the chicken.
From Melting Pot to Hot Pot 