Wagamama's in Camden
Went with my ex to try and smooth things over. As I got to the end of my yaki soba and the important part of "the talk", I realised I was starting to choke. In a panic I reached into my mouth and found something caught there, so I pulled on it - there was a really long straight jet black hair in my food which had wrapped itself around a noodle. A noodle which I had just swallowed and was now pulling back up my throat. It bounced into view and bobbed around on the end of the hair while, being an Englishman, I wondered if I should perhaps say something. Our waiter noticed me and came over immediately, offering me another dish but as I only had a forkful left, I wasn't really bothered, so they took the yaki soba off the bill for me.

The only thing we couldn't work out was where it had come from - at the time my hair was short and brown, as was the waiter's, and my ex's was (naturally) blonde. We could see into the open kitchen and all of the chefs working that night were black guys with very short curly hair or a shaved head, so there wasn't a single person in the chain from kitchen to table who could have shed the hair into my food.

I've been back. It's usually pretty good, though I once paid at the counter and stormed off without leaving a tip because I ordered a fruit juice as my meal arrived and an hour later I was looking at my empty plate, still thirsty.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Fri 28 Apr 2006, 1:09, Reply)