1. In Meccano, Auckland New Zealand at night. A reasonably with- it place, lots of glass walls in a commercial part of the waterfront and over looking the port. The rescue helicopters come and go in front. Quite good food and usually has an Entertainment coupon. I am there with the Ms.
Oh yeah, the point of the story. Subdued lighting. I have the menu in hand and lean forward with it to catch some light. The menu catches fire from the candle underneath which I hadn't noticed.
2. South of France. No fish at the modest fish place where we went to the day before in Marseilles- ocean too rough for the boats to go out, but an amaaaaazing chocolate cake- best ever. So the next day, in a crossed knives and forks place, (Les Olivieres or something, pardon my French), I ache for fish, I look at the menu, my heart jumps when I see bourride. Fish and a soup too! I ask how it would go with the rest of the meal and am told, fine. Yum yum!
So I order, and I get what really was listed - barrade- scrambled eggs and truffles. Frankly I preferred the eggs with salami and onions that I make . Can you tell I am Polish?
You share too, no shame.