The meal that almost was

This is a story of redemption, of the little restaurant that failed and promised to make it better.

Last year we had an office Christmas meal at our local pub/restaurant, and I wrote a blog about it, suffice to say, it sucked. The food was bad, like really bad, and the service was slow, painfully slow, and all in all it was pretty awful. This year they promised us it would be better if we brought our business back to them.

As I prepared for round two, a funny thing happened, I couldn’t go. Short staffed due to unforeseen circumstances, I looked on as my comrades took their life into a nearly complete lack of danger. Truth be told I was a bit put out. I wanted to see if they actually got better (it actually sounds like they did from what my colleagues tell me).

So I was near writing a blog about nothing, but realised I said I was going to do this once a week. So here I am, doing my best despite the lack of occasion. Which is so utterly untrue, something quite exciting happened today, me and my wife’s wedding rings arrived. See, it’s a funny story, and one that comes with way to long of an intro.

Me and my wife got married…

So it’s not really funny, but we kept it the best kept secret to ever be. My wife and I live in a Camphill Community, if you want to know what that is, click this link. Basically, keeping secrets is hard enough in any work environment, but doubly in a place like this. So keeping this secret was actually a big deal. Both of our families live far away, and you can’t invite some people and not others. So we invited no one except our two witnesses. One of the witnesses made us wooden rings for the ceremony (which was pretty ace), and we did the dirty deed in the beginning of Dec. It was all very cloak and dagger with a baby style, and really quite nice. We had ordered some rings, but because we were so lazy-faire (yes it is purposefully spelled wrong), we didn’t order ourselves proper rings until just before the wedding, but they arrived today, and that is my big exciting news.

I tried to do this once

So, I tried to write a blog once…..

I realise now that meant I had to do it more than once. Even though I sit here wondering why no one ever read my clever and witty words, I actually know that this might be my own fault.

See, I suffer from an all too common problem these days, I want the glory without the work.  I just thought I would plaster a few words up here once in a while and I would be sorted.

I also realised how hard it is to actually do something productive when Game of Thrones is on, or Masterchef, or Man Vs Food.  It’s shamefully easier when that really good documentary about Nelson Mandela is on BBC that I like to tell people I watched (which I did, really.)

So here is attempt 2 to make this work, I want to write a post once a week, and I really don’t want to write about Gun Control or anything overtly political, because inevitably my leftist libertarian eco warrior side will come out and offend someone from somewhere.

Sooo, next week I hope to once again go to my favourite restaurant, so if you happen to have read my blog before (I can count you on one finger), this would be the infamously terrible Christmas meal that I went to last year with work. We are going back again, this time with assurances from the owners that things might have improved.  I am tense with anticipation for round 2.  So I will write another review of The Bielder next Thursday.