Sticky tables.

I love going out to eat. Well as long as where ever we are eating is up to my standards. And I have been told by several friends that I am fussy........ very fussy. But I'm not, I just like hot (and I really do mean piping hot) fresh (and yes I do mean fresh) food that has been prepared with passion (yes passion) to the highest standards.


What I don't like is food that you pay a lot of hard earned cash for that isn't up to scratch. I can't bear hot food on cold plates, or cold food on hot plates straight out of the dishwasher. I can throw a tantrum if my cutlery is dirty, my glass smeary, or the table sticky. In fact a sticky table is something that happens very fequently. Fewer restaurants use table cloths these days, but I don't mind that. But if you need to wipe tables, why oh why can't the person wiping the table use a clean cloth and then wash it through after they have cleaned the table. No they wipe and wipe with the same stinky cloth, just giving the table lots of circular smears and not a lot else. I have lost count of the times that my arms have stuck to sticky circular smeared tables.

And the waiting staff......oh damn don't get me started on that except to say why the hell work in a restaurant, with the general public if you hate people?!!

Restaurant menu's are something that I have to get to grips with as soon as I arrive. I ALWAYS read the desert section first. Choosing the desert is just so very easy, it's always my favourite part of the meal. But apart from that I can never choose. And if there is a specials board to add extra choices, that makes it even more difficult. Too much choice you see! When selecting my meal I like to ask everyone at the table what they are having, and choose something different. Don't know why, just do. And then when the food arrives, I look around the table and always without exception like the look of every other plate of food than mine!

My other half and I have eaten out very regularly in the 9 years we have been together, and now he can tell just by looking at me, what I think of the food before I have even tasted it. He always carefully chooses the best available table He is very good and always somehow manages to find the most fabulous places to eat in. I think that might be because he prefers a quiet life!

Recently we ate at 15 Cornwall. This is Jamie Olivers restaurant, in Watergate Bay in Cornwall.
My goodness me, it was fabulous. Amazing location. Beautiful restaurant. Clean tables. Impeccable service from everyone we met. Absolute attention to detail. Fantastic fresh menu, using locally sourced, seasonal organic ingredients. Very passionate chefs,who cared what they served. Beautiful well selected wines. Hand made chocolates. Do you know something, I felt so emotional by the whole experience that I cried. It was an evening with the other half that was perfect and I will never forget.

And that is what I expect, when I eat out. It's not much to ask for is it?