Margaret said she likes to go to the dining room for breakfast. It is a chance to be served. The same morning food is in the buffet cafes on board, though not quite with the same style, for there you serve yourself. Each day I look through the menu for variations on Eggs Benedict – some days it is called Traditional Fair, the next day it may be called Eggs Benedict Salmon. Yesterday I looked through that left hand side of the menu to find the eggs were gone. In their place was the morning chocolate specialty: Chocolate Morning Delights. I read hot chocolate, foamy rich chocolate milkshake, chocolate pancake, chocolate trifle, chocolate parfait and chocolate cherry trifle. I ordered the last item. A while later a waiter who was one-tier above the regular waiter came to ask me what I had ordered and I said again, cherry trifle. When it came it was a chocolate milkshake. What did I care, especially since everyone else at the table had to make comments about it – I suspect wishing they had the courage themselves to order chocolate for breakfast. Then a third waiter came to check that the two waiters below him had delivered right item to me. On telling him, no, I had ordered something different, he whisked it away before I had a chance to say – hold on there a minute, now I want both please.
I hate it when I can’t talk fast enough for these waiters