Fifteen minutes makes all the difference between getting a table and not at Four Seasons. I wonder if they've ever considered expanding. Two meters also makes all the difference between being able to enjoy your meal and not. Trying to eat with three other conversations crowded up against your table and a nasty draft everytime someone opens the door is a real pain in the ass. For most of the meal, we were honored by the presence of a guy who was reading an electric kettle manual and discussing it with a friend (I mean how hard is it to operate one of those things?); he was pretty much sitting on our table while waiting for his.
Weng's killer line of the evening:
"You look like you've just been stunned by a very handsome man."
Hot water status: Nil.
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