How could I forget Appletiser?
Reception aged me out for lunch with family. “Darling, tell the lady what you would like for lunch...”
“Would you like the children’s menu, I can get it for you, if you’d like? I bet you like Chicken Nuggets? Or Fish Fingers?”
“No, that’s ok, thank you. Please may I have a prawn mayonnaise sandwich and an appletiser? No, garnish for me, thank you.”
I thought I was ever so sophisticated. My parents thought I was ever so expensive!
I also used to think breadsticks were very fancy. At the end of the month, my parents used to allow me to choose where to go for a Friday evening meal from aged five or so.
“Somewhere with breadsticks, please Mummy.”
Same rigmarole with waiter as before.
“I would like Spaghetti Bolognese, please. That table over there has breadsticks. Please may we have some breadsticks too?”
Then I’d glare at my Mum and say “Mummy. Eat your breadsticks.” As if she was really letting the side down by not partaking.
On the plus side, I was never a fussy eater.