Last week DP and I went to eat at a little thai restaurant round the corner. We've been before and really like it.
There was only one other couple in the restaurant which is very small. They finished their meal and the very young, Thai waitress bringing the bill asked them if everything had been ok. They launched into a patronising tirade of complaint about the food - apparently they have eaten in the best thai restaurants in the land and never had a massaman without cashews (or peanuts, she wasn't sure ). And the rice bowls were paltry etc etc. and they were only 'telling her for her own good because otherwise she wouldn't know' in fact it had all been quite poor etc. etc. This went on for a bit, the waitress said very meekly sorry 'maybe next time' at which point they told her there wouldn't be a next time.
Me and DP were rolling eyes and exchanging looks of judgement disbelief etc so girlfriend stands up and starts saying things along the line of 'they're laughing at us, who do they think they are'. Here of course she had a point, it was none of our business, but hey, who wouldn't have?
A slanging match ensues. I say we are looking thus because we are amazed she should be so rude to the waitress. I add our food was delicious (it was). She says we have no class, they have 'significantly' more money than us (is this not from the fast show?) they have eaten in much better restaurants than we ever will, have more money than we have ever seen etc. I say it's nothing to do with class, I just think it was rude. DP chips in with if they eat in such la-di-da establishments why are they slumming it in a cafe where the bill never tops 25 quid for two? More exchanges with no improvement in tone. Bloke offers DP out.
DP says well let's go outside then.
We leave and pay the bill.
Moments later outside, DP and bloke are circling each other, fists raised. They both decide it's a bit silly (DP has terrier tendencies from his extreme youth but understands how dangerous it is to hit someone). They stop.
Girlfriend launches towards DP doing that come-on thing with her hands, telling him, 'hit me, then I'll have an excuse to hit her' pointing at me (enormously pregnant). DP says she needs to leave me well alone as I am heavily pregnant. Apparently, so is she.
Restaurant staff are now outside watching looking very worried. Noone else around in a quiet back street.
DP and I pay (big tip) and leave.
Not our finest moment, I suspect?
Do you think we could just apologise next time we go in or should we find a new establishment for our trashy asses?