Do you remember that episode of ‘Friends’ where Ross, Chandler and Joey go to a club? They sit in the coffee house afterwards complaining about the whole experience and talk about getting older. I felt a bit like that last night. We went out with a few friends and lots of other business colleagues. We didn’t go to a club – oh my god no. We just went for out of a meal in Manchester.
The whole thing lasted for 6 hours at the end of which we spent a further 40 minutes trying to flag a taxi. I was absolutely shattered before we even got to the first course. It was noisy and you had to shout to be heard and I guess it didn’t help that we were stuck with a group of weekend millionaires. You know the type, they have to order a bottle of champagne at each round. And they talked utter drivel all night. I could’ve had a more intelligent conversation with either of the two cats.
Speaking of cats, Tori has surpassed himself. Not content with almost blowing us sky high by chewing cables and then causing a gas leak, for some reason best known to him he has peed inside the toaster. Unfortunately, he didn’t see fit to alert us to this new turn of events and the first we knew of the matter was whilst making supper the other night. As the bread was toasting we looked at each other slightly puzzled at the ‘eau de chat’ wafting around the house.
On that note I think I’ll sign off before hitting the shops for all those last minute presents I still haven’t bought.
And no, we didn’t eat the toast.
[...] There are a number of eateries in Levenshulme. But when it comes to Sunday breakfast my firm favourite is Friends Café on Stockport Road. It’s particularly good if you have guests staying and don’t feel like serving up a mountain of toast. Or (and this is probably just me) for when the cat has peed in the toaster. [...]