Free Range Food
Am on site with a client. Actually, I am in a restaurant at the end of a long day with this client. Being the generous sort of client, we’re treated out to dinner in a rather swanky restaurant. ”So,” I hear my host say, “what did you do yesterday evening?”
I had already mentioned what I was up to earlier on in the day, so this question was directed at one of their regional managers who is in Rome with us.
“Oh, it was awful,” he says miserably.
I sip at my wine and wonder what happened.
“I was stuck in the hotel till late at night talking to our boss. The time difference between the US and here really sucks man.” Several heads around the table nod, having realised that the time zones do, in a manner of speaking, suck.
“And then I went downstairs and asked the concierge for tips for a restaurant but he told me that there were none open at that time. I thought you could always find something to eat in Italy!”
“What time was this?”
“About midnight. Anyway, he told me that they serve snacks at the bar so I went there and ordered a burger.”
The irony of an American travelling all the way to Rome and then ordering a burger is lost on him. I think some of my companions are going to burst into tears.
“Was it good, at least?” I ask.
“Oh, man! It was awful! The worst burger I have ever eaten in my entire life!”
“That bad? The hotel is a good chain; I’m surprised.”
“It was disgusting. It tasted like the meat for the burger came from a dead cow.”
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