Monday, 4 May 2009
Guardian All Ears 3rd May
(article by Michael Holden)
As warm weather breeds inertia so that inertia breeds an increased reliance on takeaway food, at least in my world. I was just inside the door of my local Chinese when the two women ahead of me continued a dialogue that was so off putting you could have written it down and sold it as a diet.
Woman 1 (Staring out the window, considering what would follow) “I won’t have any of the meat. I’ll just have the juice off of it.”
Woman 2 (Somehow blind to the disturbing nature of the suggested image) “Right.”
Woman 1 “I don’t like nothing too dry neither.”
Woman 2 (agreeing) “No.”
Woman 1 (apparently philosophical) “What we doing here anyway?”
Woman 2 (suspicious) “Eh?”
Woman 1 “How come we’ve come in here, instead of ordering it on the phone?”
Woman 2 (reassured) “It’s an extra pound.”
Woman 1 “What is?”
Woman 2 “If you want it delivered, it’s an extra pound, if the order’s less than fifteen quid.”
Woman 1 “You ever use the one in Mile End? They do the delivery.”
Woman 2 “No.”
Woman 1 “It turns up stone cold.”
Woman 2 (unaffected by these revelations) “Right.”
Their food was ready and they accepted it in great steaming bags while the woman behind the counter read out their order in confirmation.
Woman 1 (anxious to head off any misunderstanding) “Like I said, you have the meat, I’ll have the juice that it sits in.”
Woman 2 “Right.”
They left and I tried to place my order, but the menu seemed to have lost its appeal.