There seem to be something trendy about having tables that are communal. LongGrain is another establishment that comes to mind when I think about sharing tables. I personally don't mind it, however, I think the poor waiter wasn't quite selling it well to the lone gentleman in his mid-fifties who came in after us. The big table by this stage was full and he made sure the man understood that "this is the dining atmosphere" that is Bill's before offering the gentleman a seat with a lone young lady at a table for 2. "We all have to share". Malcolm and I couldn't help chuckling to ourselves but we weren't chuckling for long as we waited, waited and waited some more for our menus to appear. This same waiter then proceeded to take our order, forgot it, came back to take it again, gave us 2 extra drinks we didn't order whilst omitting a much awaited sunrise drink.
We are happy to report though that the food was enjoyable. The whole family devoured bircher muesli, ricotta pancakes and scrambled eggs like there was no tomorrow. By this stage, we had a line of would-be breakfast munchers waiting for their turn.
Oh, and I forgot the point of this little entry! Our little Lara was chosen as class caption. This made me quite happy as I really didn't expect it. Who would have thought! And as Sharon correctly pointed out, we now have to seriously consider a career change for Lara. Being a shot-put extraordinaire is no longer sufficient. We are talking about head-girl material here, perhaps even politician grade stuff.
Go Lara go!! Now Jonah, you know what you have to do...