No remorse
Oh - congratulations
This is your Haitian Divorce
Well we are joined for the last few days by the Moll's brother John, Justine and Princess Aisling. They have flown in from the unbelievable cold temperatures of Minneapolis to join us. Even a Florida baltic 60 degrees seems warm to these guys. Aisling has sprouted since we met last year and is certainly powered by Duracell. We decide to dine nearby and visit the Japanese restaurant beside the apartments.
Doesn't take long for the theatre to unfold and we are treated to a couple of hours of culinary showboating which was well received. It seemed to be shrimp, shrimp and more shrimp but seeing the knife skills at close hand was brilliant. At the end of the day I have had tastier food but loved the culinary theatre.
Biggest talking point was a gentleman at the next table who introduced himself as Brad from the Bahamas. He picked up on my accent and explained his dad was originally from Ayr. He was very confident and appeared to know everything about everything and you could see his fellow diners looking for the eject button. His chef Eto arrived and immediately Brad remarked he was not Japanese or Chinese which went down like a lead balloon. Eto explained that he was from Haiti which Brad could not comprehend. As Eto performed his culinary masterclass the Banana from Bahama tried to make it a duet and had a remark for every move. He also said there was not enough wasabi and that he preferred his food spiced to death. The biggest offence was his comments on Haitians not knowing how to mix cement which he claimed caused most of the issues in their recent earthquake. His table started leaving one by one eventually leaving the Bam with the lady on his arm. I only hope that Eto managed to spice his food enough that Brad had a Johnny Cash this morning.
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