Oh BTM how awful.
I have never been to (or played) Carcassonne, but have spent a disproportionate amount of time in Moldova.
As we were both on leave yesterday, we went into town for what should have been a nice lunch, but wasn't, as DH was being a complete See You Next Tuesday. He vetoed Zedel (didn't want a big lunch with wine), three pizza places, an Italian, gourmet burgers, Thai, Vietnamese, Chinese, French, tapas and a pub. By this time it was nearly 4.00. I was starving and snarky - I have low blood pressure and needed food. We ended up in a crappy Lebanese caff in Soho because I made him make the decision. I was utterly fed up by then, so instead of going shopping afterwards, which I had planned ("What do you need more clothes for?"), I just went to Boots for essentials and then went home. He'd got a taxi back pretty much as soon as he'd left me, so was unfortunately home before me, so I didn't even have the place to myself for a bit. He did sort of apologise, but it was too little, too late, and the day was ruined.