I went out to lunch today with friends to celebrate one of their birthdays. Usually when I out I find I can order a garden salad. But today there was nothing on the menu that I could eat, even though most dishes were served with salads..

Taking the easy way out we just asked for a garden salad when we went to order the food. To all of pur amazement, we were told that they could not provide me with a salad as the item was not on the till. Undaunted we approached the chef and again he told us that he could only provide food that was on the menu.

I was willing to let the matter drop, but my friend asked the waitress to see what she could do. When the food came, I was still without any food. We again asked about the salad and lo and behold, a side salad appeared.

It was an amazing salad and only lightly dressed with olive oil. It seems that it pays to hassle the staff to get what you want. And because it was not listed on the till, I got it for nothing.


Joss

Good on you Joss!

As the positive thinking, bible quoting, manifestation gurus would say 'She who seeks, shall find.' 

I think that the reason we got one was because we kept asking them. We just wore them down . YThe venue was a lovely cafe on one of our local beaches and best of all the weather was perfect. Its been lovely and warm here in Perth. Much nicer weather than we had in Autumn.


Joss

I'm hearing you Harley. For a long time now (pre-raw) I have looked at menus in restaurants and considered little of what is on them (eg animal bits, processed crap) to be 'food'. On the rare occasion I venture into an actual supermarket I take a peek into the overflowing trolley of the person next to me in the queue and cannot find one article of 'food'.

Neet I use supermarkets for exercise and entertainment, not to buy food. I buy my food at the markets and large wholefood markets. I roam the aisles in Coles looking at all the rubbish they call food. I get so carried away with my exercise, my sister often has to ring me to say she is waiting in the carpark.


Joss

In Singapore my daughter just loved the smells of cooked foods. She would gush over the local foods and feast every morning on fried noodles and reconstituted orange juice. Then she would go into Chinatown, wrinkle up her nose and say yuck I can smell durian. I wanted to go and grab as much as possible and then she woiuld say, well dont come near me if you are going to eat that. So the downside was that I never ate it and none of the hotels will allow the fruit on the premises.

Its a sad sad world that we live in.

Up the durian revolution brothers and sisters.


Joss