Our boss took us out for a burger at The Burger Gourmet Kitchen in Clapham High Street. That’s fine as it goes. They do, however, have a rather eccentric method of ordering and paying for food, in that a waitress comes rounds to take one’s drinks order, and duly delivers the drinks, following which we have to visit the counter individually to order and pay for food.
I don’t see this as a satisfactorily efficient way of running a restaurant.
On the Victoria Line on the way home, my boss was stuck next to a very smelly man who, nevertheless, stared at me meaningfully, as if he held a long felt want.
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