Ariba Ariba Mexicana in Norwich
The food was actually pretty damned good, but i ruined a romantic meal for 2. (only for the luvverly lady).

The restaurant were running real late, we knew the chef and they asked if we would like cocktails - on the bill of course.
After having been in the vodka bar, this was all the fuel we needed.

It became later, and at around 10pm we sat down for our 9pm table - pissed out of our little pseudo mexican faces.

There was about 8 of us, and it was getting rowdy although it was all in the best of humour. When our main course came out, my fat-bastard big pile of wings, ribs, chilli looked amazing and in i tucked. About 5 mins later i was asked, "Bazza - hows your meal"
"Its so good i could stick my cock in it" i immediatley replied - whilst starting to stand and pretended to undo my jeans.

My tex-mex buddies laughed hard.

The group of students on the next table near choked to death on their tortillas.

The romantic couple however were of decidely mixed opinion. The gentlemen, he spat his dinner back out whilst laughing.

Ahh, but the lovely lady - she was not amused. She demanded the bill and that they should leave immediately. The poor bloke had to first try to stop his giggling fit whilst being brow beaten by the humorless monster of a lady, then eat the remnants of his dinner before getting the bill. No amount of begging and promising would make her even have some coffee.

I feel i must apologise to the poor guy whom clearly got no sex that night, from a good looking woman that clearly he had to pay for by chopping up his soul and feeding it to her for her amusement.

I hope he got away. Part of a crap meal is definitely the company - and in contrast to me he looked like he has crap meals lined up for life.

#less of a pop, more of a whimper#

lurking makes me feel good
( bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Tue 2 May 2006, 18:36, Reply)