Lunch Treat

TL and I got taken out for lunch one day for two occasions - a birthday and a promotion. We went to a popular Thai restaurant and ate family-style on teeny square plates the size of a square napkin. We ordered all sorts of stuff - from wasabi steak rolls to the usual chicken pad thai. Everything was pretty good, all the more because our director oh so kindly paid for it. Not sure if that’s what made it taste better - I’d been to the restaurant once before with an old classmate and I hadn’t liked the pad thai at all.

The drinks were yummy. HC and I sipped our fruity shakes out of really tall glasses with equally tall straws. My banana strawberry shake tasted dangerously too sweet. Methinks they overdid it with the strawberry syrup. I shouldn’t complain though. It’s lucky we got any food at all - the waiters were too cool for us. When TL and my boss and I first arrived in the restaurant, the receiver basically wanted us to wait until the rest of our party arrived, even if we already had a reservation. My boss talked him into letting us sit, provided that we order immediately. Thing was, we couldn’t flag down a server to give our orders to. TL said we should all close our menus to indicate we were ready (he’s had lots of practice getting service after a full life of being a consultant with a big budget) but that didn’t help. It was a full ten minutes after the rest of our party arrived before a waitress deigned to get our orders. She was very nice once we got her attention, though.

During the meal we talked about various things, from wondering about Thunder Dome and what our director did exactly at the event (”Do they fight in cages?” TL pondered. He was later disappointed when he learned they used foam weapons.) to everyone’s age. SB absolutely would not reveal her age, whereas us younger ones didn’t care. HC did say she’d stop saying what her age was after she hit 25 this month. Personally, I intend to stop aging at 29. It’s still in the twenties!