Mr. Watkins was working last night, so we were unable to have the usual Bomberman evening. As this was the case, I made my own way to town and met Simon at Sainsbury’s.
The original plan was to go to Nandos for dinner. We arrived to find a queue of people pouring out of the door. Not wanting to wait for hours to eat, we headed into town to find somewhere else.
While wandering the streets of Bath, I realised that the Barca/Real game was on at 9. Desperate to find somewhere showing the match which also served food, we went from pub to pub, hunting for a suitable setting. Alas we couldn’t find anywhere in the whole of Bath City Centre.
In the end we admitted defeat and went to California Kitchen in The Podium for dinner. Having had a pint or three earlier in the afternoon, while watching Bath City, I was rather thirsty and promptly ordered a couple of glasses of orange juice. Being a restaurant, supposedly specialising in Californian food, I was a little disappointed to find that instead of freshly squeezed OJ, I was presented with orange juice freshly opened from a carton! Had I had the nerve or indeed the energy to complain, I could have recreated that famous scene from Fawlty Towers involving John Cleese and the demanding American.
After a somewhat less than adequate meal, we left and headed back to my flat. The journey home was dangerous. We had to dodge wandering drunks, avoid chavs in Victoria Park and were even accosted by a wandering toad. It startled me, but scared Simon – especially when I threatened to pick it up.
I was rather disappointed that I missed the Barca match. After reading the match report, it sounds like I missed a cracker of a game.
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