just when i was least expecting it, an email plopped itself into my mailbox, and now i know that i have my marching orders. to Queenstown it is then. i guess this isnt the place to dissect exactly why i've been sent there, but i dont feel too much of a wrench. after all,
1) am i not the most junior employee, and a maggot amongst the maggots? if i got everything i wanted and word was sweet and easy, it would be called fantasy and not a job.
2) wherever i go, God has a plan.
went to Cedele with Peijun for lunch. now, i think my views on priorities in food are well known. flavour and quantity are the 2 pillars of a good meal, in my opinion. secondary considerations include service, ambience (whereby i mean good seats and lighting and decent music) and costing. Cedele was established on the principles of providing alternative food choices. to whit, they concoct egg-free desserts and gluten-free mains. all very noble, of course, but how does it all match up? after all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating...
Cedele did not get off to a good start with its surly front-door dude. but we persevered (on the uncomfortable front-door purgatory seats, no less) and were rewarded with a table near the window. within a few seconds it became apparent that the outlet (apparently the Wheelock branch is newly opened) was having staffing problems. a full house, and many staff running around like headless (but stylish, mind) chickens, bussing tables, pouring water and doing every damn thing but actually taking orders. finally a nice young man *yay* came to our aid and took the orders for our mains, as well as our drink orders. while our mains did arrive, the drink orders fell through the cracks. i mean... one warm water and one iced water, and a reminder is needed? severe work flow problems. and down to the mains...
Peijun ordered what basically amounted to a mushroom and bacon fettucine carbonara. i felt adventurous and had some fusion-sounding thing that basically said steak and pasta. firstly there really wasn't much to say about Peijun's food. it was competent but... meh. if you can screw up a pasta with cream and cheese and bacon in it, you should be hung from the nearest crossbeam available. my food... was weird. firstly, if the menu promises medium-rare pieces of beef, i most certainly do not expect the pieces well-done in the style of a boot sole. and squeezing lime juice on it most certainly does not help things. damn tree hugger chefs. disappointment was written on my face, enough for my dearest lunch partner to see.
so after that fiasco we had a quick look over the dessert menu. they were offering a free scoop of icecream for orders totalling over $25 *handily achieved*. the Honey Nut was rather good, a base flavour of vanilla given life by a hint of honey and some nice bits of nuts. we also ordered a Cranberry Scone, enticed by the purported hot scones and cranberry jam. alas, this was not to be. half an hour of waiting later, we politely called for the bill and cancelled the scones. not 2 minutes later, the prodigal scones finally arrived. we stuck our ground and the scones were taken away and we caught a glimpse of them being binned... *tragedy in freefall*
so yeah... Cedele. not going back there in hopes of a good square meal. this is the kind of place girl gangs go to gossip over cakes and coffee. lime my beef steak? *unmentionable* you!
1) am i not the most junior employee, and a maggot amongst the maggots? if i got everything i wanted and word was sweet and easy, it would be called fantasy and not a job.
2) wherever i go, God has a plan.
went to Cedele with Peijun for lunch. now, i think my views on priorities in food are well known. flavour and quantity are the 2 pillars of a good meal, in my opinion. secondary considerations include service, ambience (whereby i mean good seats and lighting and decent music) and costing. Cedele was established on the principles of providing alternative food choices. to whit, they concoct egg-free desserts and gluten-free mains. all very noble, of course, but how does it all match up? after all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating...
Cedele did not get off to a good start with its surly front-door dude. but we persevered (on the uncomfortable front-door purgatory seats, no less) and were rewarded with a table near the window. within a few seconds it became apparent that the outlet (apparently the Wheelock branch is newly opened) was having staffing problems. a full house, and many staff running around like headless (but stylish, mind) chickens, bussing tables, pouring water and doing every damn thing but actually taking orders. finally a nice young man *yay* came to our aid and took the orders for our mains, as well as our drink orders. while our mains did arrive, the drink orders fell through the cracks. i mean... one warm water and one iced water, and a reminder is needed? severe work flow problems. and down to the mains...
Peijun ordered what basically amounted to a mushroom and bacon fettucine carbonara. i felt adventurous and had some fusion-sounding thing that basically said steak and pasta. firstly there really wasn't much to say about Peijun's food. it was competent but... meh. if you can screw up a pasta with cream and cheese and bacon in it, you should be hung from the nearest crossbeam available. my food... was weird. firstly, if the menu promises medium-rare pieces of beef, i most certainly do not expect the pieces well-done in the style of a boot sole. and squeezing lime juice on it most certainly does not help things. damn tree hugger chefs. disappointment was written on my face, enough for my dearest lunch partner to see.
so after that fiasco we had a quick look over the dessert menu. they were offering a free scoop of icecream for orders totalling over $25 *handily achieved*. the Honey Nut was rather good, a base flavour of vanilla given life by a hint of honey and some nice bits of nuts. we also ordered a Cranberry Scone, enticed by the purported hot scones and cranberry jam. alas, this was not to be. half an hour of waiting later, we politely called for the bill and cancelled the scones. not 2 minutes later, the prodigal scones finally arrived. we stuck our ground and the scones were taken away and we caught a glimpse of them being binned... *tragedy in freefall*
so yeah... Cedele. not going back there in hopes of a good square meal. this is the kind of place girl gangs go to gossip over cakes and coffee. lime my beef steak? *unmentionable* you!
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